The Birthright
“Charles seemed pleased that she would want to meet them. He introduced each by name. But there was so much to take in, especially as each stride took her closer toward the palace.
One person stood out immediately in her mind, an ample, smiling woman, whose cheeks were pushed out as if they held a pair of ripe plums. “This is Maisy Days,” Charles said. “She and her husband Gaylord run the house for me. And run it well.”
Maisy did her best to curtsy. “An honor to meet you, my lady.”
“Thank you, ma’am. I fear I have given your husband a great fright on the way here. He did not seem to think much of my climbing up on top the carriage.”
“Nonsense, my lady. A woman of spirit is just what this old house needs.” She reached behind her and pushed forward a sturdy-looking boy. “Might I introduce our youngest boy, my lady. William Days is his name, though round these parts he mostly answers to Will. He’s ten years old now.”
Nicole watched as the boy bowed, his face flaming.
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