Dame Hathaway sat in front of the vanity mirror, and her head maid, Madame Fieldy, was helping her with her make-up.

The Dame is an elegant and noble mature woman, her age has always been a secret in Am, everyone only knows that her beauty is not afraid of the washing of the river of time, like an old wine, which lasts for a long time.

But Sir Hathaway knew very well in his heart that she had begun to age, and every day she found more and more gray hair on the comb when she combed her hair, and if you looked closely at the delicate face in the mirror, you could also find fine wrinkles.

She was also not as energetic as she used to be, she used to play all day, and she was still in good spirits when the sun rose the next day, but now, in the evening, she wanted to go to bed, and in the morning she had to lie in bed for a while to get up and welcome the new day.

"Madame Fieldy, what's your itinerary for today?" The Dame asked.

"Lord Hathaway, Lord Remton invites you to his mansion for a reception today, the time for the reception is almost approaching, do you need me to inform the valets to prepare the carriage?"

"No, you don't."

Hathaway shook her head: "I don't want to see Remton's disgusting fat face anymore, his drinking parties will always be a style - it's boring to invite some poets and clowns, find some pretty girls, and let the musicians play some old-fashioned cheerful tunes." ”

"As you wish, Lord Hathaway, I will decline this invitation." Madame Fieldy leaned into the dazzle's ear and said in a low voice, "Otherwise, I'm going to get the young and handsome new knight you were interested in a few days ago?" You can have a happy day with him. ”

Dame Hathaway was a little moved, but shook her head: "Forget that little wolf dog, he looks at me like a greedy businessman looking at an unscrupulous customer." ”

"Why don't I go and ask a bard to come to the mansion and play a love poem for you?" Madame Fieldy continued: "Didn't the young man we saw at the Bronze Crown Hotel that day look very tasty? ”

Hathaway sighed deeply, she didn't know what was going on today, she had lost interest in these handsome little men, and the little wolf dogs who used to give her pleasure now only felt dirty and annoying.

Maybe it's really because of aging that has led to a change in mindset?

On this ordinary morning, Hathaway felt nothing but boredom, her life had gone from high to low, and she shuddered at the thought of decades of life waiting for her.

No man, young or old, would think that Dame Hathaway was old, she was so bright and beautiful, and her figure was impeccable as a god's creation.

No woman, young or old, would think that Ms. Hathaway's life was boring, she was simply an idol to all the women of Aam, and every woman wanted to be her.

The lady was a widow, a wealthy widow.

When her husband married her, he earned her twelve farms, six mines, countless shops and apartments in the seven cities of Am, six caravans and three fleets.

However, the capable gentleman unfortunately died in shipwreck, and Dame Hathaway inherited a huge inheritance and title, becoming Am's richest and freest woman.

She had countless lovers, tried to fall in love with all kinds of people, and the men who wanted to marry her could line up from Ascatra to Icewind Hollow, and the most handsome and lucky of those men only became her guests, and after a brief period of fish and water, they were ruthlessly abandoned.

No one can enter the marriage hall with her and become Am's number one super lucky person with both wealth and beauty.

Hathaway felt that she had seen through what love was and had played enough love tricks, and she was even starting to get tired of men. When a woman starts to get tired of men and she has no children, there is nothing in this world that she will not get tired of.

Seeing the disappointed expression of the hostess, the loyal Madame Felty racked her brains, and finally she remembered one thing, which might make Lord Hathaway have a happier day: "Lord Hathaway, do you remember the young lady who came to visit the other day with a letter of introduction from Quarlis? ”

"Of course I do!" Sir Hathaway's eyes lit up: "That boy is like me when I was younger, and if I had a daughter with Lylcart, it would probably be the same Miss Clysia: beautiful, elegant, cultured, and erudite." ”

There was a look of remembrance in her eyes, although she did not observe the festival for him after her husband's death (Am's did not observe the festival either), and the face changed I don't know how many times, but in the deepest part of my heart, I still deeply engraved the bits and pieces of my life with that person.

If only they could have a child, Sir Hathaway wouldn't be as hesitant as he is now, feeling that life is not fun.

It's a pity......

"The auction that Miss Chrysia recommended to your lord is going on today."

Madame Fieldy whispered, "The statue of 'Io, Lover from afar, immortal for ten thousand years,' is described by Miss Clecia as something extraordinary, lifelike, like a real man......"

Sir Hathaway interrupted her with a flick of his hand in annoyance, and chuckled, "What kind of man do I want, just hook my fingers, do I need to buy a dummy to keep at home?" ”

"I'm sorry, sir." Mrs. Felty hurriedly apologized: "I think about it again, is there anything else ......"

"No need, let's settle our itinerary for today, go to the underground theater of the Five Wine Kettle Hotel."

Sir Hathaway said, "Let the valets prepare the wagons, and bring a few more skilled guards, and the bridge is right next door to the docks, where the filthy rats of the docks occasionally scurry." ”

"Huh? Aren't you, my lord, not interested in that lot? ”

Sir Hathaway laughed, "I just wanted to go and see that Miss Clythia again, and I felt very cordial and comfortable when I talked to her. ”

Mrs. Fieldy rolled her eyes and tried to ask, "The bridge area is still too dangerous, I can invite her to my house to accompany you to 'relieve your boredom'." ”

She deliberately bit the word 'deboredom' very hard, expressing another layer of meaning.

The aristocracy of the Feron continent is not much more chaotic than that of the ancient Greek gods, and Madame Filty guesses that her master probably wants to change her 'taste'.

But she didn't think that Dame Hathaway's face was gloomy, and she scolded: "I look at Miss Chrythia as if I admired an excellent junior, don't use such obscene hints to spoil my good mood today!" ”

Mrs. Fieldy retreated, knowing that she had screwed up and angered her master, and hurriedly ran to prepare for the trip, in order to make amends.