Godric left Cedric alone in the drawing room to check on Emily. She’d looked decidedly pale and he was worried.
I’ll read to her! She’ll like that.
I’ll read to her! She’ll like thatHis eagerness surprised him, the temptation to abandon his friends and seek her out was great. But she probably needed some time alone—women often did; they were quite mysterious creatures. Knowing this didn’t make him miss her any less. He snatched a book from his study and hurried upstairs.
On his way to her room he passed by a chamber he’d not entered in years. Strangely tempted, he opened the door. The nursery was a lovely room, even when muted by afternoon shadows and warm with its buttery yellow walls decorated by various painted scenes. Scenes painted by Godric’s father a month before Godric was born.
