Rosamund
"What problem, Clyde?" I demanded for the third time, hating how he was shepherding me through the halls like a wayward sheep. I stopped suddenly, pressing my back to the wall and turning to him. "I won't move an inch if you don't tell me what's going on."
By this time, we were almost at the stairs that led to the main hall, but before Clyde could open his mouth and explain, raised voices reached us from below, followed by the sharp crack of a fist against wood, and beneath it all, a woman's wail that rose and fell like the cry of a wounded animal.
I paused for a moment, listening. "What is that? Who is that?" I asked, straining my ears.
"Lord and Lady Ashford." Clyde's hand was already on my elbow, steering me away from the stairs. This time I went with him. "Lady Catherine's parents, His Grace's former fiancée. They've arrived with a retinue, and they're demanding to see the Duke."
