BRAN’S POV*

“Welcome back, sir.” Mrs Reeves avoided the question I asked and greeted me instead.

“What is going on here?” I asked again and hoped for someone to explain.

“Bran, you're back,” Henna commented.

She quickly came to my side and clasped her hands into mine, and I instinctively removed my hand.

“That is not what I asked.”

“Well if you insist…..this old hag here refused to move my things from the guesthouse to the main house ...