A cloaked man turned out of the room of the small village home. Bowing in respect to the elderly woman sitting on a hard chair in the front room, the man shook his head sadly. "There was nothing I could do for him. He was practically gone before I arrived."
The elderly woman nodded curtly, little emotion in her face.
"I am deeply sorry for your loss," the doctor continued.
The woman waved it off. "Don't be. He was only my son-in-law." She started to cough.
Raising his eyebrows, the doctor pushed further. "Ma'am, at the risk of being forward, I recommend that your granddaughter is either sent away or you bring a more healthy individual to help care for her. You are in no condition to care for a fifteen-year-old girl, especially in this depressed state she's in."
The elderly woman stood gingerly and leaned forward to peek through the cracked doorway into the bedroom. A young brunette lay on top of her father, seeming to be asleep across her dead father. She grunted. "I suppose your right Wintlock. She ought to be sent away." Another coughing spell came upon her and lasted a minute longer than the last. "And soon."
Wintlock nodded. "Do you have any family she could go to?"
Shaking her head the woman scoffed. "My last family was my daughter."
Confused, Wintlock opened his mouth to speak. "What about your granddaughter?"
She rolled her eyes. "Think what you wish."
The young girl stirred atop her father and the doctor and her grandmother scuttled away from the door as silently as possible. "Where would you like my servant to take her? To Bayard's castle?"
"No. She has only one family member left." The grandmother hacked one more time before sinking into a chair. "Take her to Camelot."