"None of this is real," Elizabeth whispered to herself, her fingertips tracing the rain trailing down the window, she was in her room, watching the water pouring from the sky. She could see the small plot she had for herbs for her spells, Ciaran and Charles had given her no instructions on the rest of the garden so she hadn't kept it up, it lay dead a tangled mess of weeds. She saw the small pots the Cook had growing basil, rosemary, the mint for her tea and a few other pots of herbs.
She knew the servants were staying out of the way for now, in a few days they would be healed and out more, gaining some of the normalcy they had before Ciaran and Fiona arrived. She wasn't ready to see the hurt looks or bitter indifference in their faces yet, Ciaran would put things in their place and t
