The snowstorm came in the dead of the night—howling through the trees, and smothering the land beneath a sheet of white fury. By morning, drifts piled high against windows, and the world beyond was a blur of white and wind.I sat near the hearth in Darrell's office, cloaked in a shawl and half–listening as the steward explained the rations, the headmaid explained the servants rotations, and the butler solemnly updates on the damaged Eastern roof.Darrell stood behind his desk, arms folded, expression grave. "Keep fires going in every occupied room. If the kitchen chimney gives out, move the hearth cooking to the west wing. I want no one freezing under my roof.""Yes, my lord," the steward replied bowing.After more instructions and murmurs of agreement, the trio excused themselves. The door closed with a soft click, leaving me and Darrell alone in the thick fire, warmed silence.He turned to me, his brows furrowed. "How long do you reckon this will last?"I glanced at the shuttered wi
A horn sounded in the distance—long and low, rolling over the snowy fields like a call to arms. The hunt has begin.Inside the tent, warm lingered, but the air was quiet. Coral sat still in her chair, no longer sipping tea, one hand absently tracing her shawl. Her face was composed but I could see it—that stillness wasn't peace.I sat beside her again, watching her closely. "Are you alright?"She didn't answer at first. Then after a breath that felt too long in coming, she said softly. "I should've stayed silent."I blinked. "Coral—"She looked at me, her expression tired but resolute. "I'm sorry if I caused a scene.""You didn't," I said quickly, taking her hand. "You defended yourself and your child. There's nothing to apologise for."Coral's eyes glistened slightly, though she gave a shaky laugh. "I thought I would break while confronting her. My emotions have been all over the place lately.""You were brilliant," I said honestly. "And terrifying. In the best way."That drew a smal
The morning of the winter hunt dawned crisp and silver, the snow glittering across the vast Rosendal hunting grounds like shattered glass. Frost clung to the edges of every pine branch, and the sky was a quiet canvas of pale blue.I stood outside the hunting tent, my breath fogging in the frigid air, gloved fingers curled around a small bundle in my palm. I glanced towards the distant grouping of men and horses, scanning the crowd for the one person who hadn't spoken to me in days.Since the kiss in the carriage, he'd kept his distance. No notes. No visits. And any communication about the hunt or household matters had been passed along via the steward with stiff formality.But still, I'd made the handkerchief.White linen, edges neatly stitched, a tiny embroidered hawk in flight at one corner. A keepsake. A custom. I walked past grooms and riders, the crunch of my boots muffled by the snow. Until I spotted him near the horses— dressed in deep charcoal wool and hunter's green, his dar
Wrapped in cloaks and scarves, we made our way to the frozen lake. My breath clouded in front of me as I laced my skates. My fingers trembled from anticipation more than the cold.Then I stepped onto the ice—and everything fell away.I moved like I belonged to the winter itself, gliding with ease, arms outstretched. My laughter echoed across the clearing, clear and bright. I turned in a small spin and looked to see Darrell watching me, skates on but still on the edge."You coming or just spectating?" I called out breathless."I'm thinking about it," he said amused.Lady Meridia, sitting on a stump bundled in layers, called out, "He was a terrible skater as a boy. Nearly took out the henhouse."Darrell winced. "You're never going to let that go. You make me apologise everytime you remember it.""Never," she said proud and unrepentant.I laughed. And then— Darrell laughed too. Not just a quite chuckle but an open, boyish laugh, that made my chest ache in a good way. I skated back toward
The next morning brought with it a pale sun and skies heavy with the promises of snow. The manor grounds glistened under a thin crust of frost, and the air nipped at Clara's cheeks the moment she stepped outside.A polished black carriage waited at the base of the stone steps, it's brass lanterns glinting dimly in the cold light. Darrell stood beside it, wrapped in a heavy navy coat lined with fur, his gloved hands clasped behind his back. When he saw me, his posture straightened slightly.I descended carefully, my boots crunching on the frozen gravel. Her cloak was the color of crushed berries, it's hood drawn low over my pinned curls. Beneath it I wore a simple wooden gown."Milady!" Lara's voice rang out as she hurried to me, one hand clutching the hem of her skirts and the other gripping a folded umbrella. "You forgot this! The clouds are thickening again— it may snow before midday."I turned as Lara reached me, slightly out of breath and accepted the umbrella with a grateful smi
It was two days since Lady Storm and Lord Elric departed for Ruthven.The house had settled into a deceptive calm. All velvet curtains and polished silver, every tray delivered on time and every servant moving like clockwork. But beneath that surface, something churned. A tension unsaid. A silence drawn tight like thread pulled too taut.In the study, the fire crackled gently in the hearth. Coral and I sat side by side, parchment spread before us, tallying the logistics for the upcoming winter hunt."We'll need more saddle blankets," Coral said, her fingers trailing down a column of inventory. "And warm boots. If Cerelith's going, she'll need something more functional than satin."I smiled faintly as I dipped my quill in the inkwell. "I don't know satin came in hunting edition."Coral laughed, tucking a curl behind her ear. "With Cerelith, anything is possible. She once tried to fire a crossbow wearing pearls."I shook my head trying not to laugh too hard. "Thank you," I said after a