Layla.
I was sitting by the mirror, watching as Maud brushed my hair after applying a small quantity of hair oil.
There was a knock and Marcel entered the room wearing a soft smile.
The sun had just started to rise, illuminating the sky with shades of orange and gold and making the room look soft and beautiful.
“They are here,” he said plainly in a quiet low voice.
It made my heart skip a beat.
“Who is it?”
“The messengers from Del Morino.”
I got up so fast that my stool scuffed the wood floor.
“Are they really here to ask about me?”
With a nod he extended a steady warm hand to the door and I minutes, I was racing down the small porch steps.
I didn't even realized I that was holding my breath. Waiting just outside the gate were three messengers in cloaks worn for travel, thei
