Unwelcome Guests~
Brynmohr o’Berwyn
Twelvestones
Brynmohr frowned at the empty chairs. Chairs never stayed empty long enough to suit him. A server was already laying out new place settings. Guests would soon notice the rare opportunity to sit near King Brynmohr, and he’d have to tolerate their inane conversation until all twelve courses were served.
The steward appeared at his elbow again. “Sweet red peppers stuffed with rice, spinach, and black olives from Larad. Garnished with herbed goat’s cheese.”
Brynmohr sniffed the dish. He didn’t like olives. He could send it back, but he disliked delaying the end of these dinners even more. That was why Glyneth included olives in at least one dish at every banquet. He peered down the long table and returned her sarcastic smile.
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