Lucille
Our evening meal was complete, the dishes taken away. While the sun had finally shown during the day, the skies were now black and speckled with a peppering of stars. It was too early in the year for the frigid temperatures that followed the snow, yet they were here. The melt had not come as they anticipated, locking us inside the castle.
As Lady Buckingham brushed my hair, I thought about how lonely it would be once Roman was gone.
The door to the bedchamber opened with a slam as Lady Buckingham and I turned to the sight of Roman standing in the doorway between the bathroom and bedchamber, still dressed in his suit pants and his wrinkled white shirt. His tie and jacket from dinner were gone. Gripping the doorjamb, he looked from me to my mistress.
“You're dismissed for the
