The Dark Brotherhood: A Medieval Romance Collection by Kathryn Le Veque

Author:Kathryn Le Veque [Le Veque, Kathryn]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Romance, Medieval, Anthology, Fiction
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2020-05-29T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

In the aftermath of the fleeing rooster, the sudden silence in the kitchen was unnerving. Everyone was looking around at each other, startled by what had just occurred. No attacking Welshmen? No horrific danger? After what they’d just heard, no one could quite believe it, and when the silence was finally broken, it was by Dane.

“What in the bloody hell is happening?” he demanded.

From the look on his face, Grier knew that nothing but a clean and concise answer was going to please him. She unfurled her tucked-up legs, moving to climb down off the table.

“The rooster broke in,” she said. “He was trying to attack Lady Laria, but he went after all of us.”

It was a simple explanation for a circumstance that had turned the kitchen upside-down. When Dane realized that the entire country of Wales hadn’t broken into the kitchen, he slowly lowered his blade, feeling somewhat weak with relief. When he lowered his weapon, everyone else did, and Dastan went over to his wife, who was standing petrified against the wall with the spoon still in her hands. Dastan disarmed her of the spoon and pulled her away from the wall.

Dane, seeing that Dastan was tending to his wife, went to Grier as she tried to climb down from the table. She was covered in flour, so much of it glued to the lovely red woolen dress from the water she had sprayed on herself. She was trying to unwind her legs from the skirt, so he reached out and simply lifted her up and off the table, setting her carefully to the ground as chunks of wet flour fell off of her. When she looked up at him, quite sheepishly, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the woman.

“God’s Bones,” he muttered, looking her up and down. “You are quite a mess.”

Grier could hear humor in his voice but she wasn’t sure it was real. It was quite possible that he was so angry at her that he simply couldn’t adequately express that anger, masking it instead behind feigned mirth.

“I know,” she said regretfully. “It all happened so fast.”

“What are you doing in the kitchens?”

She lifted a hand only to drop it back down in a futile gesture. “Charlisa was showing me Shrewsbury,” she said, feeling stupid even as she said it. “We ended up in the kitchens and we asked the cook if we could make something special for you and Dastan because you were fighting a battle. We made you sweetcakes.”

She was pointing at the big oven and he turned to see Alvie pulling the baked cakes from the fire. In that moment, he was rather stumped; it was a sweet and innocent gesture, something she’d done to be kind to him. When he’d come into the kitchen, this was not what he had been expecting. Now, it was a struggle against the suspicion and angst he’d had when he’d charged into the kitchen, suspicion and angst that was directed at Grier because of what the captured Welshman had told him.

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