Arthur handed over the young girl to her mother and left with a swiftness of a predator. Leaving me stood with his shivering family.
“You must me the Lady Louisa?” I ask the woman after a beat.
“Yes… my lady.” She seemed uncomfortable for a moment, unsure as to the best way to address me.
“Please, just call me Rosalie. Or Rosie. Which ever you prefer.” I bend down to look at the little boy, he was the spitting image of his father. His unruly curls sticking out all over his head.
“Shall we find you something dry to wear, and maybe even something yummy to eat?” I ask him, to which I got a small smile and a nod.
I lead them away from the great hall in the direction of mine and Alexander’s personal rooms. As we rounded a corner, a shiver runs up my spine as I come face to face with a
