Kiena was washing the laundry in the river when she saw the giant man coming though the tree’s diving down behind a bush to hide. Her heart raced, pounding so hard she feared it would give her away.
He paused, scanning the surroundings his hand instinctively going to his sword, he was a warrior by his gait but more than that he was one of ‘them’ and he knew she was there.
Orrick entered Sir Shieldsmith’s chambers to find the young Knight sitting comfortably with his even younger wife nestled in his arms.
For a moment they seemed so comfortable he wondered if there had been a torrid romance after all. Damn and blast it, he hoped not. He rather preferred the rumour where the Kings Mother plotted against Gabriel. Continue reading