This morning I decided to share a bit of Duty's sequel, Honor, which is my current WIP. This section is presented from Lord Dentin's perspective.
My head snapped up. I instinctively turned toward the voice. One of the two young men ran across the courtyard toward a woman, Elsa. Dressed in a serviceable kirtle of brown with a scarf of tan linen emphasizing her small waist and curved hips, she looked like she was just returning from a walk in the gardens. Her look of surprise dissolved into resignation as the strange man approached her. She pulled her black woolen shawl about her shoulders as though it might protect her. The man engulfed her in a huge hug.
She didn’t welcome his embrace, but she also didn’t shove him away. Standing straight and unbending in the circle of his arms, she resisted without repelling. Despite my reservations, I changed direction and added speed. I reached her side just as the man stepped away from her, giving me the first clear view of his face.
“How are mother and father?” He held her at arm’s length.
“Mother is fine.” Elsa’s clipped tone spoke clearly of her anger. “Father, on the other hand, has not arrived. You were supposed to be with him at home.”
He groaned theatrically. “Oh, Elsa, must you always be so disapproving? I have done nothing wrong.” He wilted with obvious drama beneath her pointed glare before brightening again. “Well nothing lately.”
“Barack, you know very well that you were not to leave home until this all blows over. You and father agreed on it. That was the whole reason he didn’t come with us–”
I placed him then. Barack Reeve, dissolute heir to the barony in Malorny. I slowed my approach as I recalled what I knew of the young man.
“That is all behind us, Elsa.”
Do you believe Barack?
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