Chapter 13: A Brief History
Clara’s POV
It was a crisp, bright morning.
The sun had barely begun to rise, and the hills outside of the Manor were covered in dew, glistening in the morning light that rolled over the grass. I breathed deeply, the smell of a late night rain thick in the air, the ozone heavy and humid on my skin.
I loved mornings such as this.
I also loved that Cavendash Village was awake and lively in the early mornings, which made my morning errands much more enjoyable.
I shifted the basket I carried on my hip, filled with apples and several loaves of fresh seed bread, and walked through the wet grass towards the narrow road that led back to Cavendash Manor.
A figure moved from behind one of the tall oak trees, coming into view as the sunlight set the blue-gray tweed of his jacket alight, his blond hair gleaming along his shoulders.