The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella and Romeo) novel Chapter 1373

His lips had turned a pallid shade of blue from the cold, and all he wanted was to hurry back to the main house.

Just then, the sky began to drop its snowy payload, a blizzard of flakes whisking through the air with each gust of the biting wind.

The snow fell with such intensity, as if the heavens were furiously sowing seeds in a relentless barrage.

"Snowing, huh?" Serena couldn't believe their luck, grasping her grandfather's hand with a tinge of regret. "Guess we'll have to take our walk some other time."

Darren was of the same mind, silently relieved at the prospect of returning indoors.

A servant not far off raised their phone, aiming to capture a snapshot or two of the scene.

Seized by a sudden inspiration, Serena thought if she were to break into a gentle run with her grandfather, the visual would be absolutely charming!

Yet, as she took her first strides, her feet clad in slippers betrayed her on the slippery ground.

Because she was holding onto her grandfather, both of them tumbled to the ground in a heap.

The servant, who had just captured the moment, rushed over in alarm to offer assistance.

The snowy conditions had made the ground treacherously slick, and the domestic footwear that Serena and Darren donned offered no traction, ensuring their spill.

"Grandpa, are you alright?" Serena, less concerned for herself, saw her grandfather's pained expression and quickly offered her support, "Let me help you up."

"Serena, don't move him!" The servant shouted from a distance, "Let me do it!"

Serena felt a sting of irritation. How dare a servant stop her? Was he trying to steal the limelight?