Duchess Francis

"Oh, these must be from Russell."

"He brings some items to me every month. He's such a thoughtful young fellow."

"He makes me miss my own son," commented Francis, eyes downcast.

"We must ask for blessings again, but we need cold spring water from the high mountains for the blessing ceremony."

"You'll find a waterfall near the grasslands cave to the northwest of the grasslands. The purest, sweetest water springs forth from it."

"Could you take this bottle and fill it with water from the waterfall near Prairie Cave for me?"

"Just stand close to the waterfall and use this bottle."

"The waterfall is at the foot of the mountain to the northwest of the grasslands, but many spiders appeared there recently. Watch out for them."

"Speaking of this waterfall, I think of my son..."

"I used to come to this waterfall with my son." Francis suppressed a whimper, tears pooling in her eyes.

"Thank you for doing this for me. I don't know who else I can turn to," said Francis gratefully, taking the water.

"I will pray for you during the ceremony."

You explained the reason for your visit to Francis.

"Fierce love? I'm an old woman! How can I discuss that with you?" she asked, frowning.

"Are you just here to make fun of me?"

Francis snatched away the letter and read it.

"I suppose I can tell you about my love. The Duke pursued me fiercely," Duchess Francis explained.

"To have fierce love, one must be very determined. While other suitors were writing love letters, the Duke was busy climbing over the fences of my home."

You took careful notes, hoping to grasp the concept of fierce love.