The lesser estate of House Graced, owned by Eldarin Murdoch Grace and run by his wife Sinead, originally had one gardener, an elderly slave named Tom who many thought to have been bought more out of pity than practicality. A decade and a half later, it had become three, occasionally even four with the addition of the clone Finn.
It was a small atrium, in comparison with those of the greater Wetan estates, hardly in need of so many tenders, but they enjoyed it so thoroughly, Eldina Grace hadn’t the heart to reassign them. That was, until her daughter in law was in need of a personal slave.
Cacht was the one who cared for the plants the most these days. Tom was growing old, sleeping more and working less. And it was her daughter who was chosen to care for the new young Eldina.
It was the day of the wedding, and Edna was actually excited for her new job. As much as she enjoyed gardening with her mother, she was most passionate about hair, make-up, and all the workings of womanhood.
When she spotted the red dress and even more vibrant hair that could only belong to the daughter of a MacMurrough, she abandoned the potting soil and hurried over to greet the Eldina.
“Eldina Grace.” She gave a little bow, remembering her manners. Eldina Sinead was more familiar than most with her slaves, but it was important to remember that most masters were not so casual.