Where within a castle would a lady hide when she wants to avoid her husband?
That was the question William asked himself over and over again during the day. In between running errands, overseeing training and reviewing documents, he looked for Camilla wherever possible.
He'd asked servants, courtiers, even the stable master in case she'd decided to go out riding on her own. Nobody had seen her all day.
He even asked her ladies-in-waiting in desperation and received nothing in return but blank looks.
Apart from Lady Meg of course, who snorted indelicately and asked William what dreadfully foolish thing he'd said for his wife to be avoiding him.
William had glared at Meg, then given a nearby doorframe a little kick from embarrassment. She'd only giggled harder.
He now stood in front of a heavy wooden door, banging impatiently. "Tession! Are you in there?"
"Come in, Your Grace." the old man's voice drifted out.
