Tamen is a squire given the task to take a boy who is seen as deranged back home. Along the way, he begins to wonder if the male truly is a prince who fell from the sky.
(This book contains a developing romance between two males.)
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Just as Anya said, the inn is quite hospitable and had offered us an extra room–which I appreciate–but that uncomfortable feeling has grown. My gaze goes towards the woman who is entering the inn with her bags in hand. She had waved off Ser Willis when he offered her to carry them. So currently the man is unhooking Tony's saddle along with me.
I don't have to remind him that just because he is helping me with my duties, it doesn't mean that I am no longer angry. I do hope that his guilt for lying to me makes him listen. "Something is wrong, Ser Willis. I have a gut feeling."
He arches a dark brow at me and places Tony's saddle on the rack. "What do you mean?"
I look back towards the inn, "Why don't we just leave Miss Anya and continue camping as planned? We said we'd save the skites."
"She's frightened, Tamen. What are you saying?"
My gut turns and I have to wonder if it's the rabbit we ate when camping, or if I should truly be worried. "She looks pretty independent, Ser Willis," my brown eyes meet his, "Please?"
"Why?"
I frown, knowing I'm going to lose him after my words, "I don't have a good feeling. I just think we should keep going."
He shakes his head, "Feeling, Tamen? On what basis?"
I don't know how to explain it, "Why can't you trust me on this?"
"Because I taught you better than to leave things to your gut alone."
"You taught me the opposite."
"No, Tamen. Before making a decision you need a merit reason, you can't just base things off your gut."
My jaw clenches and I toss Rain's saddle on the rack harshly.
"Boy, do not start with the attitude. Act your age."
I ignore him.
We walk out of the stall and across to the inn, where the sound of music and a fiddle becomes evident. I shift my bag uncomfortably as we enter through the doors, and I sigh in relief to see this inn isn't as boisterous as the last. While there are people drinking and having a good time, no one is causing havoc. The guests are laughing and enjoying their meal as a group of men dance and clap to the beat of the fiddle.
I smile at the sight, finding some ease.
"Need help, Tamen?" I face the owner of the voice and shake my head at Anya, "I'm alright. Are you settled in your room?"
"I am," she smiles charmingly. Her eyes are still somewhat red from the crying she did. Her lower lip still plump and red from wearing it down.
"Are you alright?" Willis questions her.
The woman nods, "Quite tired, but," her expression changes to a suggestive one as she hesitates, "not that much."
My brows scrunch as I spot a look of realization on Willis. Bewildered I shake my head; he just met the woman.
