“Take this soup to young master, he’s terribly sick and the cold weather must be adding to it. He hates weathers like this” Amelia instructed and Brielle nodded, carrying the tray that contained chowder soup.

The aroma filled her nostrils and she licked her lips, her tummy rumbling. Thoughts of having a taste of the soup invaded her mind but being punished banished the thought.

She walked gently towards his room and fear gripped her heart when she was a few steps away, she couldn’t understand the feeling of panic that filled her body, her heart was pounding very hard.

She raised her hand to knock, took in several deep...