Twenty-five:
Sinead Byrony
The castle green house was a large, glass structure that had been there since the eighteen hundreds. It was my Ma’s favorite place, but the whole of the castle grounds was her place to play as she was the castle gardener. I hadn’t gone into work since seeing Lucy there. I knew that if I did, Tommy would find out someway. That was one of the perks of being Royal. You never had to wait for information. You could always get it, one way or another.
Instead, I focused my energy on pruning and trimming trees and flowers that had been given to the palace centuries ago kept alive by gardeners of castle past. As I trimmed a too long leaf on a purple flower, I heard the clearin’ of someones throat. Stiffening, I slowly locked my green eyes on Tommy.
