Vera’s heels echoed against the marble floors of the long corridors as we moved through the Viscount estate. Every step she took was lined with purpose and every flick of her cloak or subtle nod to a guard was a blatant reminder to me that she belonged here.
And I didn’t. Even right now, as we moved through the castle that was going to be my new home in a week. I still felt like an intruder.
She gestured while we walked, introducing the different parts of the estate to me with a grin, “That’s the east wing,” she said, her gaze warm, “It houses the park archives and has been standing for hundreds of years. Right now, though, it is primarily used as a training ground.”
Her tone was composed as she spoke, but I could tell by how fast her eyes darted around that she seemed to be looking
