Rosamund
When I sat on the desk, Nevan laid the documents before me one by one, explaining each as he placed it down. The deed to Wellspring and its surrounding lands, twenty-three thousand acres of fields, forests, and tenant farms.
The titles to the three subsidiary properties held under the Wilder name. The estate ledger transferring financial authority, including the treasury accounts, the investment portfolios, and the tenant agreements.
A guardianship provision naming Clyde as steward until I was prepared to manage independently and the amended will, with the termination clause struck through in ink.
And a new provision naming our unborn child, regardless of its gender, as sole heir to the Dukedom of Wellspring.
I signed each one, trying not to bawl.
