A healer will be sent for your men.”Īidan’s hand landed on her shoulder. Brannie followed but Keita abruptly stopped-walking and crying-and looked at her cousin over her shoulder. Sobbing hysterically, Keita was helped toward the castle doors. Keita had an audience, and Brannie and her cohorts were soon forgotten. She heard Aidan snort behind her-which he quickly turned into a cough-and even she had to admit, she sounded less than concerned over the royal in her care. That’s when she remembered that a good royal guard doesn’t roll his eyes at the idiot royals he was sworn to protect.Įveryone saw Brannie move forward, and the new royals were watching her closely, so she patted Keita’s shoulder and mumbled, “Now, now, my lady, we’re safe now.” Aidan had just helped Keita to dismount when Lord Breeton-Holmes appeared.Īs soon as she saw her fellow royal, Keita burst into hysterical tears, throwing herself into the man’s arms as his wife and adult children instantly surrounded her.īrannie didn’t even realize she’d started to roll her eyes until Aidan bumped into her, pushing her forward. The gates were immediately opened for them and the few guards that were around didn’t even question them.
It made Brannie want to hit her, but she wouldn’t. They weren’t a powerful family, but they were well situated, and had access to a lot of gossip, making them important to not only Keita but Dagmar Reinholdt, the Northland woman who ran Queen Annwyl’s lands in her absence and had bravely taken on Gwenvael the Handsome as her mate.Īs soon as they were in range of the Breeton-Holmeses’ castle, Keita went into full royal mode, her back straightening, her expression unbelievably haughty. The name was Breeton-Holmes and the family had a small castle well inside the Southland-Outerplains border. Annwyl talked often of those she hated and the names became memorable.
Human royals who said they were loyal to Queen Annwyl.īrannie didn’t know them but that was a good thing. It took four hours, but they eventually reached Keita’s “friends’” castle.
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