The bedroom door was opened by a young serving maid, dressed simply in hues of brown and grey. I knew as soon as her grey eyes fixed on me that this was our witch. Cashel entered the room, and the maid shut the door behind us. Another young girl sat at the bedside, stitching a circle of material in her lap. She wore a thick dress of dark grey, with long sleeves, and a lace-stitched neckline. She had the same attractive looks as the lady Eden. This was the duke’s daughter, then.
“Cashel! Are you well?” She put aside her sewing, and stood to greet him. “We haven’t seen you all day. I rather feared Aneurin would wear you out with all his hard work.”
Cashel bowed his head at her. “It’s nothing, my lady. I’m happy to help. Your father and your family have been very kind to me, it’s the least I can do in return.”
“You arefamily, Cashel.” She smiled at him. “And please, stop with this my ladynonsense when no one else is around; it’s Evie to you.”
“Sorry. Evie.”