James POV
I need to take a breath.
I couldn't sleep all night long as I kept turning and tossing until daylight. At some point during the night, I had fallen asleep only to wake up with thoughts of Grace in my mind. Maybe something is wrong with me.
I cracked open the door to my room careful not to make a noise. Slowly, I slide through the space I had cracked open and turned to close the door then walked stealthily down the corridor until I made it outside the guest house.
"Good morning, your grace," a young boy in his early teens walked up to me and greeted me with confidence.
"Good morning," I tried to smile. I wondered if he was a part of the many servants my mom came with who were not necessary to bring. "Are you part of the help for our time here in Bristol?" I asked cautiousl
