Charlotte Otker.
Jocelynn's chest tightened as she looked at the young noblewoman standing nervously in the entryway where Captain Devlin calmly barred the way.
Charlotte and Jocelynn had shared tea together on several occasions during the early weeks of her time in Lothian City, back when Jocelynn was still mapping the political landscape of the march. There hadn't been any scheming to it; Charlotte was simply being kind because kindness was what Charlotte did.
When Ashlynn passed through Otker Barony on any of her visits to Lothian March, Charlotte had enjoyed chatting with her about a wide variety of topics. Now that Jocelynn had come to the march, she'd hoped to find that Jocelynn was as good a conversationalist as her elder sister.
