Sylvia finished reading the last letter, a peculiar love letter from an mystery person, just as Miriam brought Beata down from her afternoon nap. Miriam must have noticed the look on her face, for she smiled and gave a weary sort of laugh. ?Is one of your letters amusing??
?Most assuredly; amusing strange. I think someone has confused me with another.? She exchanged the letter for Beata, tickling the little girl?s chin and snuggling her close. A furtive glance or two sent to Miriam while she read.
?Oh, my lady?? Miriam breathed out, her hand to her throat.
With a groan and a roll of violet eyes, Sylvia left the parlor that acted as her study at Yearling Brook. ?Don?t be ridiculous, Miriam. No one feels that way about me. I am not here enough for that to happen. I do feel sorry though over such a misunderstanding.? She stepped outside and smiled up at the sun while Beata hid her face against her neck at the bright warmth until her eyes adjusted.
?But?what if-?? Miriam did not need to speak more plainly.
?I will hope by chance whomever the secret admirer actually fancies happens to be there.? It was an unlikely thing, she had to admit. ?Besides, do you think Ewan would allow me to go to such a rendezvous without him, and that would make things troubling would you not say??
?Master Corinsson, he might know.? Miriam pressed on as she walked a step behind.
Crossing the yard, the trappings of summer activity at the small manor were at their peak. Guards on their patrols gave their nods and smile, pointing out where Cian and Aidan were standing on the rails of the paddock to watch the new foal capering beside her mother. Lucky ?puppy, no longer much of a puppy, stretched into the warm grass for a nap.
?Most assuredly; amusing strange. I think someone has confused me with another.? She exchanged the letter for Beata, tickling the little girl?s chin and snuggling her close. A furtive glance or two sent to Miriam while she read.
?Oh, my lady?? Miriam breathed out, her hand to her throat.
With a groan and a roll of violet eyes, Sylvia left the parlor that acted as her study at Yearling Brook. ?Don?t be ridiculous, Miriam. No one feels that way about me. I am not here enough for that to happen. I do feel sorry though over such a misunderstanding.? She stepped outside and smiled up at the sun while Beata hid her face against her neck at the bright warmth until her eyes adjusted.
?But?what if-?? Miriam did not need to speak more plainly.
?I will hope by chance whomever the secret admirer actually fancies happens to be there.? It was an unlikely thing, she had to admit. ?Besides, do you think Ewan would allow me to go to such a rendezvous without him, and that would make things troubling would you not say??
?Master Corinsson, he might know.? Miriam pressed on as she walked a step behind.
Crossing the yard, the trappings of summer activity at the small manor were at their peak. Guards on their patrols gave their nods and smile, pointing out where Cian and Aidan were standing on the rails of the paddock to watch the new foal capering beside her mother. Lucky ?puppy, no longer much of a puppy, stretched into the warm grass for a nap.