Father McLaggan had come immediately at the future Princess's summons. He had grown terribly fond of her, almost as if she were his own sister, and wished to do all that he could to make her welcome to Ireland heartfelt and joyous. It saddened him that her heart was so troubled that it needed unburdening at such a late time, but it was his to serve, and serve he would.
He followed behind one of the guards and forced his eyes up and forward (why did Satan tempt him so at the most inopportune times? Perhaps if they hired more witches to be guards, then his life would be so much easier) until he was finally announced and escorted into the room.
"You asked for me, Lady Parkinson," he said as the door was closed and secured behind him.