111 Chapter 111

"This is Mrs. Ferret."

So Splendor's death hadn't happened. Instead, the front door had swung open, because there weren't any rugs on the flagstone floor to stop it. Splendor thought that was why the door didn't just swing open, it almost removed itself from its hinges and careered across said floor. Before she was anywhere near it, which was not always the case. Penetrating cold blew out, not in. The sun hadn't just gone behind a cloud on a nice day, Arctic winter had followed.

Ferret was an unfortunate name. The woman herself had the appearance of having dropped a guinea and found a farthing. Some people were so devoid of the desire to better themselves that they dressed in pinched black to match their expressions. Splendor's desire was to show his majesty how unfazed she was by this rapid and unprovoked downturn in events. London and Babs Langley. She fixed a smile on her face. Her best.

"You will pardon me, Your Grace, openin' door in advance of you ringin'." Mrs.