When they arrived, the alcalde and the village elders were respectful and welcoming. Their family stayed in the alcalde’s home, a large two-story building with a rose garden, stables, and numerous villagers entering and leaving. Many of the villagers who saw her were shocked, and she heard their loud whispers as the alcalde led them to their home. They accused her of being a witch and a bad omen.

She did not want to cause a scene, but her mother was visibly upset. Once they reached the sala, her mother voiced her concerns. 

“Señor Alcalde,” her mother said, “I would prefer that you prevent the villagers from entering the grounds of your home during our stay. This is not a request—it is an order.”

She stood near her mother’s side and watched the alcalde’s expression shift. That was when her father spoke, his voice calm but firm.

“We have been traveling for many days and would appreciate the chance to rest without interruption. I would be pleased to meet with you and the village elders soon to discuss matters of importance.”

In response, the alcalde smiled and said, “Of course, Count and Countess. I will see to it at once. Your family’s wishes are my command. I hope your stay here is peaceful and without trouble.”

Soon after, they were led to their rooms on the second floor. They were given the entire floor to use privately while the alcalde’s family stayed in the spare bedrooms on the first floor. 

Her mother was angry at the villagers for making those remarks, but it was difficult for her to be angry. In the last village, she encountered a few maids and servants who made those same remarks. She had also experienced those same remarks in her world when the treatments forced her to be in a wheelchair, and she had lost her hair. 

She was used to it, but Anastasia’s mother was not. While directing her maids, she decided to speak with her mother.