Annie's POV
It was early in the morning when I slipped out without the King waking; I had shut off his alarm when I woke before deciding to help Katherine in the kitchens; I looked over at Canaan, the stable hand boy, as he came in. He stopped by the counter and leaned on it. Canaan was only young, with a mop of curly hair. He kept shoving his fringe out of his eyes.
“Katherine, is Romeo or Andrea around? I need help to move the barrels from the shed into the barn.” Canaan asked.
“Barrels?” Katherine asked questionably, and Canaan returned and sighed.
“Yeah, the empty wine barrels. Jephtah wants me to cut them in half so he can make garden beds out of them, but I need to cut them and paint them for him,” he said with a huff, clearly not enjoying being given extra chores by the gardene
