Page 59 of Their Trials

“Sounds good to me,” I said. More softly and only for his ears, I added, “Sir.” His eyes flashed with lust as they held mine for a moment. Shaking his head with a smile, he turned away from me to lead us all next door.

As we entered the inn, loud voices and music floated around the air, hinting at the warm and inviting atmosphere. “The pub is on the other side of that door.” Arryn pointed to a set of double doors to our left, the same direction the noise was coming from.

In front of us was a polished wooden counter with a single bell set atop it. Arryn picked up the bell and rang it, but it didn't make a sound. “Is it broken?” I asked him, confused as to why he didn't seem bothered.

Lennox laughed. “It's enchanted. The owner will always know when someone rings the bell, no matter how loud or busy it might get.”

“Seriously? That's so cool,” I said. I should know by now that magic was everywhere, used in the way that humans used technology. They may seem rustic and outdated, but they were far from it. I was sure humans seemed so primitive in comparison until a couple of decades ago.

A large male fae entered a door from a back room, his dark midnight hair gleaming as if it was blue in the dim lights as his dark eyes took us all in before settling on Arryn. He was stunning in his own way, though he didn’t pull on me like my consorts. I could still appreciate his beauty and the deadly dangerous air that seemed to surround him.

“What can I do for ye?” he asked us, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“They're okay, Brannoc,” Arryn told him. Brannoc eyed Arryn for a moment before breaking out into a grin, pulling Arryn into a hug and clapping him on the back.

“It's good to see ye, buddy boy. I thought you'd grown too uppity to come back to visit us lowly peons.” Brannoc's voice was melodic as he teased Arryn, as if he'd known him all his life.

“Well, not much could make me put up with your stench, but it seems I've been called by Avalonia herself to come back,” Arryn told him.

“Called? What could she want with your scrawny self?” Brannoc said, smiling broadly at Arryn.

Why Brannoc had called him scrawny, I didn't think I'd ever know, because Arryn was anything but. As my second tallest and broadest, he was stacked with solid muscle, which I had explored for myself just yesterday.

Brannoc's eyes jumped to mine when Arryn told him, “Brannoc this is My Chosen, Rhowyn Hunt.”

His eyes studied mine before jumping back to Arryn's, holding questions and confusion. Arryn nodded at him as if in answer to those unspoken questions before continuing the introductions. “These are her other Consorts, Prince Lennox, Callum Ivey, and Baer Hawthorne.” He turned to indicate Charity and her men, introducing them as well.

“And this,” he waved a hand at Brannoc, “is Brannoc, owner of the Whispering Hollow Inn and Pub.”

“Nice to meet you fine folk. I'm guessing you'll be needing rooms?”

“If you have them?” Arryn said.

“Aye. I've got a couple, and although they're not very big, they're clean and will do the job,” he said, pulling out two keys from his pocket and handing them to Arryn.

“Thanks, Brannoc. We're going to settle in, but we'll be back down for some food and drinks shortly,” Arryn told him, hugging Brannoc again.

As we turned to head down a narrow hall only wide enough for two people to walk beside each other, I turned to Arryn in question.

“In a minute, Rhowyn. Be patient,” he said, teasing me again.

Enjoying this playful side to him, I smiled at him. “Yes, Sir.”

“Can you two please stop with the sexual teasing? It's been a long day, and I can't relax when she smells like that,” Lennox complained behind us with a groan, reaching down to adjust himself.

I laughed out loud when I realized he was hard before sobering at the size of his cock in his hand, which stood out even through the fabric. I swallowed at the thought of having something that size inside of me, fucking me until I saw stars. I jerked my gaze back up to Lennox's when it clicked that I had been staring at his hard cock for too long, finding a knowing smirk on his face.

“Come on guys,” Arryn said to us, saving me from my embarrassment and keeping us moving before the others could complain about the hold up.

He stopped in front of a door, unlocking it and swinging it wide. “This room is yours, Charity, although your Consorts will have to stay with you. The food and drink are also on my tab, which you can pay back upon return to Cashel Rí.” He snuck the last part in before they could protest.

They entered the room, Charity stopping to look at Arryn and I. “Thank you for all your assistance. I'm not sure where we'd be without it. We're truly grateful, even if it doesn't always seem like it.” She cut a glare at one of her men, who had remained quiet and withdrawn the entire trip.

Smiling because I knew exactly what that was like, I said, “That's what friends do. They look out for each other.”

“Is that what we are? Friends?” she asked, her eyes lighting up hopefully.

“I'd like to think so,” I told her, giving her a quick hug before letting them settle in for the night.

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