He slipped into the side door, stowed the fabric away in a trunk that held his own spare blankets and bedding. A fine garment it would make for his Lady, deep burgundy red, and the length of gold tassel fringe he’d also been able to procure from Aggie Smithton would make for a beautiful cloak or something of the like. He didn’t want her to see just yet though, wanted this to be a surprise. When he found the Lady May, she was in the stable, grooming Niklada. She was wearing the oversized dress he’d given her the day before, and the way it hung so loosely on her troubled him as he approached. “We shall have to get you some suitable clothes,” he said as he walked into the stable. She glanced over her shoulder, where the gown had drooped and fell down her arm. “I can’t very well go into town and buy dresses, when everyone knows me to be an unmarried man!” She didn’t smile as much as he was hoping that she would have. Instead, doubt and concern shadowed her face, as though something about this worried her.
