Sebastian rubbed a weary hand over his face as he quietly crossed the great hall of Haldon Manor aiming to return to the guest wing and his bedchamber to hopefully (maybe) get some rest. He had awakened from a deep sleep to find a cloaked figure slipping into his room. Fortunately, he had recognized Lady Ambrosia before mistaking her for an intruder and tackling her to the ground. This made three. Three times that she had stolen into his bed chamber in some ridiculous attempt to entrap him. Twice before with Mr. Snickers and now tonight without her dog. It was a poorly thought out scheme. As a widow, she could not force a marriage by being caught alone with him. Her persistent presence only served to make him more wary of female-kind in general. Of course, he had never cataloged intelligence as one of Lady Ambrosia’s strongest assets, either. He could only assume she had some sort of seduction in mind, not that he allowed her to remain long enough to find out. He had firmly escorted her out a side door with some choice sharp words, most of which involved the legal ramifications of trespassing and a not-so-subtle threat to haul her before the magistrate, the tense whiteness of her face oddly gratifying.
