Chapter 117

3rd person POV

“What happened?” Duchess Draven asked. Her face had darkened completely as she glared at the older servant kneeling before her.

Agnes kept her head bowed, both hands pressed tightly against the floor. The flower court was gone now. The warm glass walls, blooming vines, and soft perfume of bloodbells had been replaced by a private chamber deep inside the eastern wing of the estate.