The King of Anavrea by Rachel Rossano - The Theodoric Saga 02

Author:Rachel Rossano - The Theodoric Saga 02
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: medieval fantasy romance, christian, medieval, medieval love, romance, christian fantasy, christian romance, romance fantasy, medieval adventure, medieval christian fiction
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Lirth longed to move, but Larissa’s quiet movements along the floor at Lirth’s feet constantly reminded her to be still. Hemming the dress that Lirth would wear during the processional through the city in less than three hours took more time than usual. The yards of slippery and heavy skirt made it difficult. Resisting the desire to run some of the fabric through her fingers once more, Lirth concentrated on not moving. Instead, she listened to the movement of the servants around her.

Dorn spoke quietly to the under maid and arranged to help Larissa. Most likely he had told her to make sure all of Lirth’s many accessories were in their proper place. As usual, they didn’t want her blindness to be overwhelmingly obvious. Although everyone of consequence most likely knew, Lirth needed to appear competent in her role.

A few feet behind her, near the door to her dressing room, Isack’s deeper voice rumbled softly. He was giving instructions to her newest bodyguard, a man named Liam. Ireic had commissioned him out of concern for her safety. Isack outlined what to do if they were attacked while in different parts of the city.

A light tap at the outer door of her suite brought Isack’s instructions to a halt as he moved to open the door. Voices echoed dimly, but she didn’t recognize them before being distracted by Larissa’s prompt for her to turn. Obediently she did, imagining in her mind her new orientation to the objects in the room.

“Your Majesty,” Dorn said a little more loudly than needed. Realizing that Ireic must have arrived, Lirth looked over her shoulder toward the door. Larissa rose from her place in a rustling of skirts and silence fell over the room.

Something was different.

Slightly frustrated that she couldn’t see, Lirth turned around to face the door and waited.

“As you can see, she is well.” Ireic’s voice was warm and pleased. Unsure of why, Lirth looked toward him with a question on her face.

“Indeed, she does look well.” A familiar voice agreed.

Instantly, she recognized her brother’s voice. Her dreams were wrong. He lived. “Aarint!” She stepped off the stool and reached out her arms in the direction of his voice. He enclosed her in his arms. He is taller and stronger. Squeezing the unfamiliar breadth of shoulders and chest, she tried to reconcile it to her memories of a young man just entering the first stages of adulthood. The man holding her was a strong capable man, who caught her and swung her around, burying his face in her hair. He squeezed her so hard for a moment she couldn’t breathe.

“Oh, Lirth,” he whispered as he set her on her feet. Lirth raised her right hand to his face. His features were changed. The breadth of his face had filled out. A short beard caught at the skin of her palm. She smiled as she ran her fingers along its edge.

“Are you trying to look older than you are?”

He laughed. She realized how much she missed the sound of her brother’s laughter.

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