Artemisia

“Are you alright?”

I plop my head into the small library where they told me Hendrick was working.

But instead of finding him leaning over his papers, I caught him huddled in an armchair in some strange cape.

He inhales sharply, raising his gaze to me as he flashes me a tired smile. “Yeah, all good. Thank you.”

“Doesn’t look like it, though.” I clasp the door as I stare at him worriedly.

“Don’t worry, Missy. Do you need anything from me?” my heart gets a ...