Noble Thief by M. Lynn

Author:M. Lynn [Lynn, M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-15T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Throughout the next day, Amalie attended to matters of the estate. She inspected a crumbling part of the walls, approved the next week’s meager menu with the cooks, and met with townsfolk who pleaded for her intercession in disputes of land ownership.

What she did not do was visit Tyson’s room. He should be mostly recovered by now with only a little weakness lingering.

Edmund was a constant presence in the halls, walking from Tyson’s room to Simon’s and back again. He held so many secrets inside him, and she still didn’t understand why he kept hers from Tyson. Those two were as close as brothers.

He walked up beside her as she entered the great hall for supper. When she didn’t have guests, she was the only person to occupy the long table. She’d grown used to eating alone. Solitude suited her, but she also missed a time when laughter echoed throughout the room.

“How has your day progressed, Duchess?” Edmund smirked as though he knew how his use of the formal title she no longer held vexed her.

“Busy.”

He nodded, accepting her terse tone. “Tyson has healed well.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“But you wanted to.” He seated himself at the table without waiting for her and glanced up.

She sank into a chair, smoothing the skirt of her dress over her legs. “Do you enjoy irritating me?”

“Very much so.” He flashed her a smile and reached for the pitcher of wine to fill both their cups. “In truth, Ames, Ty has been a pain in the… uh rear today.”

She sipped her wine, trying to hide her curiosity.

Edmund continued. “He’s restless.”

She snorted and slapped a hand over her mouth.

Edmund’s grin widened. “Very lady-like, Ames.”

Pulling her hand away, she took another sip. “I’m sorry. It’s just that some things never change. Tyson has always had a restless soul.”

Edmund smiled at the servant who set a plate of salted fish and roast potatoes in front of him. He leaned toward Amalie as if sharing some great secret. “It’s the energy. He has too much of it. He always has to have some purpose, and sitting still just does not suit him. It’s why he jumped at the chance to help Helena reclaim the Madran throne. Not only to save his sister, Camille, but also to have a mission.”

Amalie had always seen that in Ty, but in recent years, she’d found the same to be true of herself. “I know the feeling.”

“I imagine you do.”

“Can I ask you something, Edmund?”

He stuffed a forkful of potato into his mouth and nodded.

“Why haven’t you told him?” She busied herself with her own supper while waiting for his answer.

He sighed and set his fork on the table. “Because the woman he loves is running around Gaule risking her life with each mission she takes on. Because, I suspect your need to help the people drove you to send Tyson back to Bela with a broken heart.” He met her gaze. “Because, though I worry about you and the company you keep, I believe in what you’re doing.

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