As he stepped, in he took off his cloak by undoing a chain clasp at his neck. He threw the cloak over her bed frame, followed by his jacket. After he took the jacket off, Amy saw that his shirt had puffy sleeves, giving the impression he should be sitting near a babbling brook reading poetry.
“Is that any better?”
It was true; looking like a poet was better than looking like an extra from a horror film.
“Yes, a lot better, thank you. I will keep my nightdress on if you don’t mind. Your sister has very strong views on what I should have on when I am near a male.”
A loud, musical laugh filled the room.
“My sister has strong views on everything, but she really is very kind when you get to know her.”
“Now, before we discuss your future, my sister has told me how you were mistakenly taken
