The library was quiet except for the usual rustling of paper. Jess sat hunched over on the desks in there, her finger tracing the loops and swirls of ancient Lycan script from a thick tome. She had spent hours trying to understand it, and though her progress seemed very slow, she refused to give up. Her focus wavered only when the door flung open behind her like her life was in danger.
“Your Grace,” Lois’s soft voice interrupted, sharp and urgent.
Jess turned around, closing the book carefully in front of her as it were made of glass. “Yes, Lois?”
The maid stepped forward, her hands turning around in her apron. “There’s a situation going on in the stables.”
“The stables?” Jess raised an eyebrow, her curiosity rising.
“Yes, ma’am. Two of the grooms have been arguing all through the mor
