My Bratty Wife

Ryan turned to Suzy, his hand resting gently on her arm, and began to introduce Mrs. Agnes. "Cassandra," he said, his voice warm and affectionate, "this is Mrs. Agnes. She was my mother’s handmaiden, then her governess. When my mother married, she personally took care of her at Carleton. After my mother died, she took care of me, and she followed me here to continue looking after me. She’s in charge of overseeing the chateau."

Suzy curtsied gracefully, but Mrs. Agnes immediately took her hand, her touch warm and reassuring. "You must be tired and hungry, my dear," Mrs. Agnes said, her voice filled with concern. "I’ll have the maids reheat the food and prepare a bath for you."

Suzy smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Mrs. Agnes," she replied.

Ryan placed Suzy’s hand on his arm, his expression thoughtful. "Mrs. Agnes," he said, "I’d like to have a word with you in the study after dinner."

Mrs. Agnes nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "Of course, Your Grace," she replied, before turning to attend to the preparations.

Ryan led Suzy towards his room, their footsteps echoing softly through the chateau. As they entered the room, Suzy stood in awe, her eyes sweeping over the space. It was completely different from their room in Carleton. It was smaller, more intimate, but equally beautiful.

Ryan noticed her astonishment and chuckled softly. "Well," he said, his voice laced with amusement, "this is my room, and that is my father’s room," he gestured towards a portrait of him hanging on the wall. "Though some of my things are also in Carleton, but this room is all me."

Suzy stepped further into the room, her fingers trailing lightly across the furniture. The maids had clearly been busy, cleaning and arranging everything with meticulous care. She sat on the edge of the bed, the soft mattress yielding beneath her weight. The fireplace was lit, casting a warm, flickering glow across the room. The lamps were also lit, illuminating the space with a soft, inviting light.

The door to the balcony was open, allowing the cool evening breeze to drift into the room, carrying with it the scent of rain-soaked earth and blooming flowers. The atmosphere was tranquil and inviting, a stark contrast to the bustling energy of the castle. It was a room that spoke of quiet solitude and personal reflection, a space where Ryan had clearly found solace and comfort.