Dragonoak: The Complete History of Kastelir by Sam Farren

Author:Sam Farren
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: adventure, fantasy, dragons, knights, necromancy, lesbian fiction, lgbt fiction, queer fiction
Published: 2015-11-23T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER XIV

Sleep came easily, but when I awoke, a damp sort of realisation worked its way in. I laid still, staring at the ceiling. I wasn't the first one up; chairs scraped across the kitchen floor, and feet too heavy to be Claire's thumped through the corridor. I had two options. Either I hid away in my room, leaving Claire to inevitably seek me out, or I snuck out and risked running into her.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and took my chances. I'd have to see Claire later on, no matter what happened, but I'd be braver by then.

Probably.

I eased the door open an inch, peered out and set off, determined to talk to Kouris before we were on the road; before Queen Kidira was ever-present. I was light on my feet but not light enough. Farsa, the woman in charge of the cabin I was staying in, stuck her head into the corridor and glowered at me until I dragged my feet into the kitchen.

“Sneaking out without a good breakfast, hm?” Farsa asked, clicking her tongue. A handful of younger pane lived with her, making the chairs easier to climb into. “What good is having human company if I don't get to cook meat for once!”

“Sorry,” I said, lifting the enormous pitcher from the centre of the table and pouring myself out enough water to wash in. “I was in a hurry to see a friend—I didn't want to trouble you.”

“Pshh!” She dismissed the notion of it being any trouble, accompanied by the sizzle of bacon. The two smaller pane huddled at the opposite end of the table crinkled their noses, unused to the smell of meat cooking. “Your friend already left. Said she had to speak with Queen Kidira.”

There was little point in telling Farsa I hadn't been speaking about Claire. It meant she wouldn't be joining us for breakfast. My shoulders relaxed at the thought, and I was very much aware that it wasn't that I didn't want to see Claire; that wasn't it at all. Rather, I wanted to spare her the discomfort of seeing me.

Surely she'd made some mistake last night. As much as I'd wanted to kiss her – wanted her to kiss me – I couldn't come to terms with the prospect that it might've been the same for her. She'd had too much ale at lunch, or some of the stranger spices in soup had got to her. That had to be it.

Farsa scraped bacon onto a plate, gently tapping the backs of the two pane who were staring, mouths agape. She said something that I expect was intended to relax them, but instead, their eyes widened. Farsa sighed and I ate as quickly as I could without distressing the others even more.

“The pane really should try cooked meat, sometime,” I said, chewing through the last mouthful. Farsa scoffed playfully, and after a moment's consideration, I said, “After we start eating it raw. That's a fair deal, right?”

There was a step placed in front of the sink, so younger pane could help with chores.

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