What a wonderful day. Cynthia is sitting at waterfilled and spouting fountain, enjoying the warmth and color that comes with the spring. She is reading a book, almost enamored by it. She gets startled as one of her maids taps her shoulder, Margarit. "Miss Cynthia. I know you don't have interest in any suitor, but one arrived at the estate to meet you." she bows before leaving. Cynthia sighs, expecting it to be either some bratty noble. She goes to the front door to see who this noble is
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