Knock…
knock…
knock.
A series of soft, polite knocks sounded on the door of Baron Henry's bedchamber.
"Enter," his weak voice replied from within.
"Good day, Father," Delia said as she opened the door, a warm, genuine smile on her face.
"Delia, my dear," Henry said, his own face lighting up at the sight of her. " You came!"
He looked around the room, checking to see if she had come alone. "Where is your husband? Where is the Duke?" he asked as Delia entered his room.
"He dropped me here, Father," Delia replied, her voice smooth and reassuring. "He had something urgent to attend to at his company so he left."
"He dropped you off and didn't at least come in to say hello?" Henry asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
