Garrick’s voice betrayed nothing about his mood, nor did it give me any hints about what type of conversation we are about to have. For a man who carried his mood swings on his sleeve, he sure did always sound like he was bored when he spoke to me.
“Your grace.” He nodded his head in greeting and sat back down behind his desk. His office was messy, though messy offices were hardly odd during war times. Garrick went out today, which was usually already cause enough that I paid him a visit when he returned. This time however, he had sent out a servant to come fetch me. It meant that there was news, but I couldn’t tell if it was good or bad.
I wanted to leave, as soon as I could. I wanted my daughter to be able to sleep without needing ointments, I wanted my handmaidens and servants and g
