“Mr. Ross-Mackeever, I have known this family since His Grace was in knee pants. I’ve seen tragedy and triumph within the very walls of this home. And it never fails to amaze me the love and care they each have for one another.” Prescott stood and lifted his bag as though to leave. “You have married into a unique family—one that is unlike other noble families.”
“I see that already.”
“Do not think they mean to be interfering. Right now, His Grace is learning to trust you with one of his own. Once you have his trust, you will have in him the strongest ally a man can have. He will stand by you for the duration.”
Lucky re-entered the room. “Prescott, you’re not leaving are you? I asked Mrs. Steen to have your favorite cherry tarts brought in.”
The elderly man wobbled back to his chair and
