Maeve
The gardens at the castle were very much changed with the season. Winter had yellowed and dried the leaves to a chilled crisp, and the garden was littered with foliage debris. It was cold, but not like the bitter, dry cold of Winter Forest. Here, the air still seemed thick with moisture, and the gray sky seemed more apt to rain than snow.
I wondered about the boys as I followed Troy, Keaton, and my dad into the sanctuary of the lower garden. The nanny Georgia and Talon had hired to help care for Ernest when he was young had come out of retirement to help with the three new infants at the castle. She was a seasoned professional, and Mom had chosen to stay behind to help, but I was still weary, especially since whatever conversation was about to take place would likely take a while.
