*Killian*
I think about Tia while I’m at the mines. I think about her while I gallop my horse over the moors toward the castle. I think about her as I bathe, while I stride through the hallways in search of her, fairly certain where I’ll find her.
In the music room. I’m not disappointed.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I lean against the door jamb and simply watch. Standing on a ladder, dusting my mother’s portrait, she’s dressed much as she was yesterday, sans my Hessian, as she now has two strapping lads, one about six inches taller than the other, to deal with the pesky spiders.
The new servants are moving furniture so two young she-wolves, one of them Cullie Can roll up the various carpets. I suspect they will be getting a beating in the morning, along with the draperies that have
