Chapter 36
To my relief, Kian appeared alone at my door the next morning. I was somewhat presentable, as Sorche had roused me in time to don a pale gray gown and tie back my hair. She’d also arranged for the kitchens to send up a tray of pastries, along with a pot of strong tea, and I thanked her profusely for looking after me so well.
“We missed you, milady,” she said, then took her leave with a conspiratorial smile.
I wondered if the servants still believed Kian and I were in love. Well, his marriage to Neeve would disabuse them of that notion. Provided my stepsister ever returned.
With a sigh, I leaned against my bed. Trisk mewed sleepily at me from the nest of covers, and I absently stroked her soft fur. She’d climbed up onto the bed sometime in the night, and I’d woken with her he
