Lady Emberg's eyes widened ever so slightly as a soft chuckle escaped her lips. Her gaze blankly stared at the man, whose face remained serious and professional.
"I believe you're new here… Knowing this place, a well-trained guard would not possess such a low IQ as yours," she spoke matter-of-factly, clearly amused. The fact that she wasn't allowed in while her carriage was permitted past the gate almost made her laugh at the absurdity of the matter.
The carriage driver, who had noticed this, walked toward the carriage door and opened it. He entered and took out an envelope from inside. Holding it in his hands, he walked up to the guards and presented it to the man.
"Such disrespect—to not allow Lady Emberg in," he said, as the guard's face fell slightly, though it quickly returned to its professional expression. He stared at the letter, which bore the castle's name and address. He bowed as the door was pushed open, and the carriage driver immediately bowed to Lady Emberg.
