Roman

Waiting for Lucille’s arrival to my bedchamber was misery. Since Lord Martin left my suite, with each tick of the clock, I’d been positively itching to enter the secret room. I’d even approached the bookcase multiple times. The only thing that stopped me was remembering Lucille’s request. I asked her to only open the room with me present, and she’d asked for the same.

Opening the secret door would be a minor offense but an ...