The Reward of Anavrea by Rachel Rossano

Author:Rachel Rossano [Rossano, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Theodoric Saga, medieval, Romance, clean romance, sweet romance, Christian, Adventure, reward, fantasy, kings and queens, Anavrea
Publisher: Rachel Rossano
Published: 2016-12-12T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Jayne was quivering like a leaf. Under the pretext of guiding her through the darkened corridor beyond the door, Liam enfolded her hand in his. She clung to it as if it were the only steady thing in reach. That one simple gesture almost undid him. He wanted to hold her close, comfort and reassure her that everything would be well. He would never, as long as he lived, allow Klian to touch her again. Only by reminding himself that if he didn’t get them moving they would be in trouble did he force his thoughts to the problem at hand—getting out of the castle.

If the horn had been a signal that someone was at the gate as he thought, Liam hoped it was Braxton. Knowing his friend, Liam was certain he had gathered a small host and come looking for them. If Braxton gained entrance to the keep and Liam and Jayne reached him, there was a chance that they could walk out of the keep with him.

Liam led Jayne through the corridors, playing a tense game of hide and scramble with various servants. The vargars were similarly built, but not completely the same. After a few wrong turns, they reached the great hall. Finding a side door, Liam prayed that it wouldn’t be guarded.

Keeping Jayne behind him, Liam eased the door open just far enough to see into the large room.

“I demand to see Lord Klian.” Braxton’s voice rang out, echoing among the smoke darkened rafters. Klian’s steward stood firmly in the center the room.

“Lord Klian is indisposed.”

“He shall be disposed to come down if you inform him that King Ireic Theodoric is standing in his hall demanding to meet with him,” Braxton informed the steward. “Send him the message.” Looking dutifully impressed, the steward bowed and excused himself to obey.

Liam frowned. The king was here? Pushing harder on the door he eased it farther open so he could see the rest of the company. Four men stood at attention around a tall man with dark hair. There was no crown on his head, but the authority that defined every line of his stance declared his kingship. Yes, that was Ireic.

A hand rested on his arm as Jayne leaned forward to see past him. “Is it him?” she asked, her eyes wide.

He nodded. “That is the king. Though I have no idea why he is here.”

Fear flickered across her features, and she stepped back into the shadows. Liam recognized the signs. She hovered on the edge of panic.

“Come,” he said.

“But...”

“No buts. This is our way out. Come.” Not waiting for her to agree, he pushed the door open and pulled her with him as he stepped into the great hall.

“My lord king,” he said, pausing in his approach to bow. Ireic turned at the sound and greeted him with a brief smile.

“Lord Tremain, why do I find you here? I have come in search of Lord Klian on a matter of back taxes. Why aren’t you at Ashwyn Vargar preparing for my arrival?”

“I did not know you were coming, Your Majesty.

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