Iris Aubrey made an earlier appearance than I would have initially thought.
Just as darkness blanketed the sky and the first stars appeared, the locks on my door began to click and I braced myself. After everything that had happened so far today, I was determined to control the one thing I believed that I could: food.
When I finally found my appetite, about two hours had gone by and the meat and bread no longer looked good enough for consumption. The grapes were just fine, but grapes could really only take one so far.
The door flew open and a maid stepped in with a tray of food in her hands.
My mouth watered at the sight.
The tray held a bowl of steaming lamb stew, thick bread still warm from the ovens, a wedge of soft cheese, and a small bowl of sliced pears. I watched as she carefu
