Ch 33: wife in the office

The next day arrived with a pale hush, the kind that signaled the seasons were changing. The chill no longer bit as sharply, and the frost that once clung stubbornly to the windows had begun to melt into soft beads of dew.

I sat at the vanity, fingers deftly adjusting the ribbon at my collar, my gaze distant.

Yesterday, after Darrell left my chambers, I'd finally opened my letter.

It was from my mother—gentle, warm and full of the things I hadn't realized I missed so much. She wrote of quite hopes for my well being, her prayers reaching across the miles. She mentioned that my father had with my brothers to help quell a riot near the southern border. And that once it was resolved, my brother Edmund and his wife, who was now expecting, would be moving into a new home of their own.

A simple letter.

But it had left me aching.

The world was changing. My world. I was playing wife. I was no longer the go—merry young lady of the mountains. And the letter reminded me that.

I reached for my glo