Lucille

Our evening meal was complete, the dishes taken away. While the sun had finally shown during the day, the skies were now black and speckled with a peppering of stars. It was too early in the year for the frigid temperatures that followed the snow, yet they were here. The melt had not come as they anticipated, locking us inside the castle.

As Lady Buckingham brushed my hair, I thought about how lonely it would be once Roman was ...