The Witch Stone by Emily Oakes & Vivien Hansen

Author:Emily Oakes & Vivien Hansen [Oakes, Emily & Hansen, Vivien]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-27T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Darkwoods 1645

Rowena lay in bed with aching bones. Rest had been elusive the night before, with more tossing and turning happening than actual sleep. The image of Isabel standing before the judge refused to leave her mind; the horrible chanting haunted her thoughts. Rowena had been proud of Isabel for not hiding the fact she was a witch, but that pride was overridden with fear.

A knock on the door shattered the silence breaking her thoughts. She cleared her dry throat. “Who is it?”

“It’s Jonathon.” His deep voice gave Rowena a slither of comfort. Being alone in the huge room with the wardrobe full of plundered dresses made her feel more than uneasy. “Breakfast is ready.”

“Oh, thank you, Jonathon. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Right. See you soon.”

Rowena jumped out of bed when she heard him walk away, then she headed toward the washstand. She washed her face and combed her hair, leaving it to hang loosely around her hips. Then she went over to the wardrobe and noticed all the clothing had been removed and replaced with new gowns. Perhaps Jonathon had them replaced. Confused, she chose a simple gray gown, and pulled on a pair of button-up leather boots and headed for the dining room.

Jonathon appeared to be having a serious conversation with Ronan and didn’t notice Rowena enter the room. Their heads were so close they were nearly touching and their faces were long. Ronan was taking notes down on parchment paper as Jonathon talked. Rowena pulled a chair out from the table making a grating noise that caught their attention. Jonathon rose from his chair and rushed to Rowena, taking the chair from her and motioned for her to sit. Always the gentleman.

“Thank you.” Rowena smiled briefly. Jonathon chose a chair next to her and looked into her eyes. A look of concern marred his face as he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. The warmth from his touch had her blood tingling. His hand shot away when Polly burst through the double doors pushing a tea trolley. There was a huge selection of breakfast foods on the trolley including fruit, buttermilk, porridge, a thick loaf of plaited bread and a large tea stoneware teapot. Rowena cringed, recalling the porridge from yesterday morning and couldn’t stand trying to swallow the concrete colored mush again. The hot scones looked inviting but she didn’t have much of an appetite.

Polly spotted her and smiled. “Good Mornin’, Gwyn!” Her cheerful voice rang in Rowena’s ears.

“Morning,” Rowena replied thinking that there was nothing good about the morning but managed to give Polly a forced smile. Polly picked up the huge teapot and rushed around the long table filling the delicate blue and white china teacups in front of Rowena, Jonathon, and Ronan with steaming hot tea. Ronan’s wolf sat under the table with his head resting on his paws. He whined softly, the breakfast food sitting above him was giving off aromas he probably found hard to resist. Ronan rubbed the wolf’s ears making him pant happily then he turned to Rowena, picking up his tea.

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