Page 91 of The Warlord's Princess
My eyes snap to his. “Sweet Tempest—they must have said that in jest.”
He shakes his head. “I do not believe they did, and come mud season, the Penticari will be trying to tame some of the beasts of the land, with Asha leading the effort.”
I blink back at him, hating the harsh truth I must deliver.
But there is little point in dwelling on it now.
Grixis gets up, grabbing my empty bowl. “Rest well. Soon, we will meet to discuss your worries, though I wish you would share them with me now.”
“One last thing,” I say before he exits.
“Yes?”
“Asha should be included in the meeting.”
“But council is for?—”
“We will discuss nothing she cannot hear, save what I have to tell.”
“As you say.”
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ASHA
I hold up the newly dyed threads for Nori to see. “What do you think?”
She grabs a few strands and squints at them. “This is most peculiar.”
I hold up another bundle of threads. “I combined the red and yellow to get orange, and it looks like dancing flames.”
“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Nori whispers in awe.
“Thank you for spinning so much thread for me, though I must say, there was a big batch that…had issues.”
She gestures flippantly. “Those must have been the ones Ramsey wove.”
My eyebrows jump up my forehead. “Excuse me?”
“He was grumbling about being bored, so I taught him to spin thread.”
My jaw drops as I try to imagine Ramsey in bed, spinning wool into thread.
I can’t.
Nori continues on like she hadn’t just catapulted a flaming boulder through a chapel window.
“During the cold season, I’ve been told we will have to spend a lot of time indoors, which will give us time to spin a lot of thread. Baskets upon baskets full.”
“That’s good, I suppose,” I say, but the truth is, I’m tired of spinning.
“Ramsey asked about you.”
“That’s not surprising.”
“He asked whether you’re happy.”
“You can tell him, of course I am.”
