Just as I was thinking about Owen, Andrew entered the dining room to inform the kitchen that Owen’s dinner had been canceled.
“Sir heard about the murder in the manor and got so agitated that he developed a fever. He won’t be having dinner tonight.”
He approached me and spoke softly. “Your Highness, Dr. Sergei has arrived. I noticed you don’t look well—shall I have him examine you?”
Sergei?
Why had he come all of a sudden?
I nodded, pushed my plate forward, and stood up. “Andrew, the lilies in the garden are in full bloom. I’ll pick a bouquet for my uncle. Please bring Dr. Sergei to the garden.”
I added a few logs to the central fireplace in the garden and opened the vent valve to maintain a constant temperature.
Northtown’s winters are exceptionally cold, so for these delicate flow
