This is the last episode in, what should we call it? Volume One? Series One? I’m not quite sure. What I do know is that
“Trey leaned away from the rearview, hoping to hide the smirk on his face. To look at them, they seemed like a mismatched pair, like some romance trope.”
She missed the smell of bluebells the most. The small planters Mrs. Hopkins arranged for her did wonders for the ambiance of the room, but
The Great Dane nuzzled her arm and started to walk away. She looked down at the still sleeping boy and watched his little legs twitching. She thought of a puppy running in his sleep.
“Ah, you’re the doctor.” He smiled and the whiteness of his teeth seemed impossible. “It’s so weird that you come to the house,” he continued, gathering up his plates. “I guess you make house calls if they’re castle calls, right?”
In the few short months Daisy had worked at Dunfeur Castle she noticed the quirks of nobility, the strangeness of a centuries-old castle, the barks of a few too many dogs wandering the grounds.