December 1821
December 1821December 1821Scotland
ScotlandScotlandIt was a wintry morning when a coach pulled up in front of Castle Kincade. Brock spotted it from his bedchamber window upstairs while he was dressing for the day. He wondered who would come visit them at such a cold time of year.
Travel on the rural roads to reach the castle couldn’t have been pleasant. Whoever had just arrived was determined, to say the least. Brock let his valet finish fixing his cravat, then left his bedchamber and called for his wife.
“Joanna! Who’s at the door?” He had grown accustomed to shouting for his wife because she was often somewhere deep in the castle. It was a vast place with dozens of rooms, and he could never quite find her without a shout or two. He did so enjoy it when his proper Englis
