FIONA’S POV:
Once we’d left through the door of his office, Arthur had taken the lead and I followed dutifully behind.
We went up a spiral of elegantly designed stairs and it was at that point that I realized that the corridors we took were new grounds for me.
For all the time I’ve served in Arthur’s mansion, certain areas were marked off-limits and this new vicinity had been one of them.
Rumors from the maids had it that these restricted parts of the mansion belonged to Arthur’s dead mate. They were places she so often spent her time in.
My eyes sparkled in wonder as I drank in the scenery of breathtaking portraits hung on the walls of the corridor, of the indoor arboretum, of the music room, and several other rooms I had no idea were in the mansion.
“Wow.” I gasped softly, slow
