There was still the small matter of Henry lying about being a merchant. After a few steadying breaths, he finally went to wash. Cold water did little for his mood and even less for the rest of his body. By the time he dressed and headed to dinner, Livia was already seated when he entered.
She wore a modest blue evening gown this time. Her hair had been pinned loosely, and a few shorter strands framed her face. She watched him as he took his seat.
The servants moved around them, placing food on the table.
"So," Richard said, reaching for his cup, "you have the day off tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"What would you like to do?"
Livia thought for a moment. "Maybe walk around Kingsmere, get to know the land, look for a room to rent."
Richard smiled at that. "Nice…"
Her eyes narrowed immediately. "Wow."
"What?"
"You seem quite keen about the idea of me getting my own place to stay."
