A Trilogy of Knights by Megan Derr

Author:Megan Derr [Derr, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: Romance, magic, dragon, fantasy romance, gay romance, gay fantasy, knight, royalty
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Had they been in a crowded hall rather than a small, private meal, he still would have known the mercenaries on sight. One was skinny, his build reminding Trey greatly of the wiry Gerald. His dark brown hair was shorn close to his head, and his face bore the scars of many unpleasant altercations. His companion was of a slightly larger build, head shaved and sporting the ear jewels popular amongst inhabitants of the coast. Though they looked every inch the lazy nobles in their silks and satins and fine jewels, there was a menacing shadow to their demeanor that set them glaringly apart from the rest of the room. The bald one was the sage, and a strong one. It was no wonder they'd managed to take an experienced old man by surprise, and nearly killed Dunstant.

"So you are the famed Misty Knight of the North," the skinny one said by way of greeting. "Not a very flattering name, is it? Either you are as weak as the mist or you are a monster."

Trey narrowed his eyes. "You seem to have forgotten your manners, stranger. As well as your intelligence. Or is it typical in your world to greet monsters with rudeness?"

"I was merely trying to be playful, Lord Captain," the skinny man replied easily. "It is rare that Lord Montaine has so infamous a guest."

"Indeed," Trey said coolly.

"Come now, my lords." Montaine frowned. "Trey, my friends share a unique sense of humor, but they mean no harm." He looked at the mercenaries. "I will thank you gentlemen to treat my old friend with respect."

"Of course," the bald man said lazily, watching Trey with dark eyes. "I am Frederick of Connoughton. My friend is Brandon of Farshire. You are Lord Trey of Mistdale, Knight Captain of the North."

Trey nodded stiffly and finally took his seat. He could hear Victor shifting nervously behind him and quietly motioned him to stillness. "Mulled wine, if you please, Victor."

"Yes, my lord." Victor dashed away to fetch the requested drink.

"So how come you to know Lord Bellewood?" Trey asked pleasantly.

"We were passing through and begged permission to rest here. I am afraid we are overstaying our welcome for love of the place."

"Nonsense," Montaine admonished. "I enjoy the company. Even with Beatrice I grow lonely."

Trey stifled the urge to reach across the table and swiftly dispatch the two mercenaries. It would not be difficult.

Movement caught his attention, and all four men stood as Beatrice entered the room. Once more she was dressed in an out-of-fashion dress, this one dark blue and embroidered with silver roses. Her hair was bound in fine silver netting. Her nervousness as she stared at the two mercenaries was apparent only because Trey watched for it.

He also took note of the way she touched her chest, right below her collarbone. He kept his satisfied smile to himself, pleased to have already answered one of his own questions. "Enchanting, Lady Beatrice. Your presence adds much to an already splendid meal."

"Thank you, Lord Trey.

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