Yes, My Lady
Lady Daphne Meriwether awoke in the darkness with a start. Although she had been living in England for more than a year, it was still a shock to open her eyes, prompted by nothing but the uneasiness that she was caught somewhere unexplained, suspended between sleep and dreams, and then, upon awakening, discovering she wasn’t dreaming at all—she really was at some strange, unnamed place. For Daphne, that strange, unnamed place was England. More specifically, that place was Hembry Castle, and there she was in her castle bedroom.
She remembered when she first arrived at Hembry Castle. She had heard stories about the stately home from her father, but it was different seeing it for herself. Once inside the manor house she gasped at the hammer beam ceiling, the one installed by th
