The man began to mumble something but caught himself just in time.
"The lady of the house stepped out, but I have reason to believe she will be returning to the manor this eve, Your Grace."
It was already dark. What woman in her right mind would be out of the safety of her home after dark.
It was getting to the time of the night. Rogues were known to prowl through forests at such an hour.
Did she make a habit of doing such a thing? What if she was ambushed on her return? And in such a storm?
She really did not care for her life very much.
He made a resolution to speak to her guard concerning her comings and goings.
"Would you like something to eat, Your Grace?"
Something to eat?
He only had an appetite for one thing. And that one thing wasn't currently within reach.
"We have lemon cakes - the very best you will ever eat, Your Grace."
Lemon cakes…
