That night, Arabella tossed and turned in bed, debating the question that kept on bumping against the inner walls of her skull, traveling from one end to the other.
But no matter how much or for how long she pondered it, the young woman failed to grasp the reason that pushed the Lady to wonder such a thing about her.
Perhaps she was looking to set her up with a human man in order to avoid any trouble that might come from her celibacy in the manor.
The part that poked at her the most being whether the Lady had her own interest in mind or Arabella's.
Either way, the answer was a resounding no. Edgar was kind, if not the kindest man Arabella had ever encountered. Then again, she never had the chance to converse with that many before him.
He was also the sweetest, but in no way did she ever see him as anything other than a good friend.
Not that she'd know the difference… Once again, there never was any sort of contact between herself and men.
