CHAPTER FIVE
The next day, late morning shadows were casting patterns across the great courtyard of Melton Castle. The air was very still. There was the taste of thunder in the air and on the far horizon, towards Donnington Hall, great black and purple clouds boiled in the sky.
Rosanna had slipped down to the stables to check that her pony had been well cared for.
The nurse’s dark grey uniform still felt odd and she had no idea how her gold hair gleamed against the subdued colour, even under the hideous cap she had struggled to pin firmly on her head.
The Earl had been sleeping that morning when she had enquired if she was needed. She found this worrying. Should he sleep so much? Surely if his health was improving, he should be out of bed by now?
He had not sent for Rosanna the evenin
