Not Just A Serving Girl

Chapter 47

"Do you think it's safe?" Seb muttered under his breath, as the three glazed their eyes over the inn before them.

"We can't go in" Hunter said reluctantly, "Look at the state of us, we'd hardly blend in"

"We'd be walking to our deaths" I whisper, eyes fixed on the Inn. "But we have no proper weapons to hunt with and furthermore, no food"

"We have to go in... I'll go in alone, that's less dangerous"

"Freckles you have one fucking eye, you literally scream I'm a wanted man"

"How rude"

I pondered for a moment, chewing my lip in thought as I squatted low behind a thorn bush. I brushed fingers delicately over my cheeks, feeling the deep scars etched into my skin. "Do we still have that old cloak we found from that abandoned camp?"

Hunter briskly protruded a damp brown cloak from the sack of supplies he'd had slung over her shoulder the past two weeks. "I don't think I like where you're going with this princess"

I gave him an apologetic look as I fastened the cloak around me, "No one will ever suspect me to walk into an inn so close to where Walter Frey shits, I'll just tell them I'm passing through"

"Katrina please, I don't want to separate.

"We need the food" I insisted, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

Hunter narrowed his eyes in discomfort, looking to Seb for brief moment.

"The moment you feel unsafe, leave."

I nod, pulling up my hood as I began to back onto the road. "Stay hidden" I whisper, before attempting to look confident as I strode towards the inn.

My steps felt weak as I approached, this was a stupid and careless move, yet we couldn't continue without supplies. Yet how was I supposed to smuggle food for three out of the inn and into the forest? The inn presented itself to be quite welcoming, yet I knew better than anyone that it was what's inside that counts.

I dared not look back at Sebastian and Hunter incase someone was watching me, I couldn't give them away. But I knew they'd be watching me as I stepped into the Inn.

"Shit" I thought to myself, before the door has even closed behind me. I'd have hoped the inn would be bustling with people so I could blend with the crowd. Yet it was near barren, I was sticking out like a sore thumb, a really hungry sore thumb.

"Afternoon!"

I practically hit the wall with shock as the shrill voice echoed in my ear.

"Gods I'm sorry! Jumpy one aren't you?"

I quickly forced a light laugh, "Sorry ma'm, didn't see you there"

The young woman waved her arms dismissively, before parting down her creased apron stained with ale. "My fault my fault, come, have a seat and I'll send one of my boys over to see to you"

"I'm grateful" I smiled, following her to a small round table which was placed against the wall of the inn, next to a glass window. The seat was a barrel, which I perched upon anxiously.

"What's got you so nervous miss?" The woman asked kindly, taking care to wipe my table down with a damp cloth.

"I've got terrible shakes" I chuckled, lightly shaking my head. "But only when I'm hungry, 'tis a terrible thing, yet a perfect excuse to eat some fine food'