Chapter Ninety Seven

NOLA REYNOLDS

The gritty foyer of the stone castle was silent after the troops had left, with the gates coming down on the dust of soldiers horsing less dramatically than I had imagined it would.

”I hope nothing bad happens to the King, the lowlanders are a dreadful lot!” Sarah’s loud whine off to my right was enough to send the balls of my eyes into a game of tug with the back of my head.

“The good king is perfectly fine taking care of himself Sarah, enough with the faux concern,” I spat caustic ally, faster than I could think to reign in my tongue, and regretted it immediately I saw the spark of satisfaction in the maiden’s eyes.

I heaved a sigh as the rest of the small crowd turned to me, realizing I had just fallen into Sarah Oliver’s trap when she clapped her hands, stepping up to me and speaking while looking at the open-mouthed rubberneckers.

Here we fucking go! The sun wasn't even high enough in the sky and I could already feel the press of irritation and worry burning a hole