Rowan
The castle was abuzz with its usual day-to-day activities. Servants and maids passed me in the hallway carrying baskets of laundry and trays of tea. I could hear the clattering of cookware as I left my office and walked toward the grand staircase off the foyer, seeing the door to the servants’ hallway that led to the kitchen slightly ajar.
It was nearing lunch, and I was definitely hungry. I stopped to let a maid pass by with a tray full of sandwiches and coffee, heading toward the library.
“For Miss Kacidra,” she said, bobbing her head as she noticed my gaze.
I nodded back, tucking my hands in my pockets as I followed the maid down the hallway toward the library.
Kacidra was seated at the long library table in the center of the room. She was peering down at a large textbook, h
