The doors of Hamilton House were finally closed. The loud, cheerful noise of the departing carriage faded completely into the distance. The grand foyer was quiet and peaceful once again. Rowan stood next to Delaney, his hand resting warmly against the small of her back.
However, the quiet peace of the morning did not last very long.
From the quiet shadows of the side hallway, the dignified figure of Mr. Simmons appeared. The butler walked with his usual slow, careful steps. But as he approached the Duke and Duchess, Rowan noticed something very different about the older man.
Mr. Simmons did not have his usual, polite smile. His face was very serious, and his posture was slightly stiff. He stopped a few feet away from them and offered a very deep respectful bow.
"Your Grace," Mr. Simmons spoke. His voice was lower and much quieter than usual.
Rowan turned his head. He dropped his hand slowly from Delaney's waist. He gave the butler his full attention.
