It was the house that took his breath away. While it wasn’t Tha an Flur Manse, it was just as beautiful to him. What had started as a two-bedroom farmhouse had been built up, room by room, until it was a beautiful stately stone structure that looked big enough to house several dozen workers.
He heard a muted “Oh, my” from Heather. “This is bigger than dad’s house.”
How will I ever run it? She almost panicked as she imagined herself trying to tell all those people what to do, then she slowly relaxed as she remembered that Balgair had mentioned that Amelia and Nell would run the house.
“Something wrong?” Balgair inquired, glancing at her with a raised brow.
“I forgot that I wasn’t going to have to run this house and that Amelia and Nell would do it.” She looked up at him, her brows furrowing. “What am I going to do, Maighstir?”
Balgair scratched his chin as he gave it some thought. “You can either stay here and help Amelia and Nell or go into the office and help there.” He cough…
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