Cynthia's POV
I had to find out what this secret about me really was, I carefully recalled the looks of the two servants in the garden that day, if I remembered correctly, they were both very old, they should have grown up in the manor, I was sure they knew a lot of secrets about the manor.
But I didn't know how to talk about it. Arther had been treating me more and more strangely lately, his visits to me had become very frequent, I had lunch and dinner with him yesterday, he put a white rose by my bed every day, and when he came to have lunch with me yesterday, he brought a small piece of cake.
The more normal our time together became, the more trepidatious I became, and even though Arther was very much a gentleman when he was acting normal, the thought of him hurting my wrist when we
