The Huntsman (Blodwen Forest Book 1) by Megan Derr

Author:Megan Derr [Derr, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay, Fantasy, Fairy Tale, Romance
Publisher: Megan Derr
Published: 2019-11-09T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Levaughn sat staring at the lake, the moon reflected on its surface, letting his mind drift, not allowing it to settle on any one thought.

Mostly because the only thought upon which he was wanted to settle was Calder. Merciful heavens, ten years had been good to him, even with all the damage inflicted by the queen.

And some way, somehow, Calder had not been stolen away by another. What was the world coming to when no one was smart enough to go after the heart of someone like Calder? Not that he cared, for it meant…

What did it mean, and how selfish was he to be wondering if he could have Cal back when the King of Blodwen had just died and the princess had to be kept sedated so that grief did not drive her mad? First thing was first—they must save Blodwen, and its new, young queen, from the witch-queen who had overtaken it.

He had a sneaking suspicion that Marcum had something in mind—something that none of them was going to particularly like. Marcum was entirely too devious for his own goods at times. All the time. Levaughn smiled faintly, thinking of his friend, which made him think of Castle Roseberry. Ten years he'd spent there, the king's favorite tool. Could he simply leave it all behind, if he had reason to move?

If that reason was Cal, it was not even a question.

And there he'd gone, right back to thinking about Cal.

He sighed, and wondered if dunking his head in the lake might cool him off enough to do his job.

Soft chuckles drew his attention, and he looked up to see Marcum sit down next to him. "Hiding from your goblin?"

Marcum snorted softly. "My goblin. That goblin belongs to no one but himself. I came to see how you were doing. I think father would weep in despair if you left, but only because he'd have to find someone else to cozen into doing all his work for him. Wolfram would probably help pack your trunks." He winked, and took a sip of the beer he was holding. "These dwarves brew good stuff."

"I like the assumption I might be staying," Levaughn said. "Don't you think that might be a tad presumptuous, Marcum?"

"Not the way you two keep looking at each other," Marcum said, smiling faintly, a trifle sadly. "Looks like that, you shouldn't be thinking of doing anything but staying here. It's not like a huntsman can just stop being bound to his forest. This place needs a sorcerer more than my father." He looked out over the lake, expression ever so briefly wistful before he smoothed it out again.

Levaughn stared at him thoughtfully. "I wonder if they'd need a permanent alchemist, too."

"Huh?" Marcum turned back to him. "I sincerely doubt it. My father would forbid it just as a matter of his kingdom's safety. If I blow up this place, they'll declare war just for letting me out of Roseberry Castle."

"You haven't really caused harm in a long time," Levaughn said, "and that was only to yourself.

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