Unraveled~
Brynmohr o’Berwyn
Twelvestones
Brynmohr stirred from sleep. He tried to name the noise that disturbed him. Had someone called his name? Was Charlotte crying? He swiped his arm over Jenna’s side of the bed, annoyed to find her gone. She’d been there when he went to sleep.
Jenna was an earlier riser, up before him most days. She liked early morning walks before they took breakfast together. But it wasn’t yet dawn. Too soon to be up, even for her.
Brynmohr listened for another minute. Whatever woke him had gone silent again. He rolled over and pulled Jenna’s pillow over his head, plagued with her headache of last night. Likely from too much tedious mingling with his guests. He’d thought last night’s crowd would never stop dancing and drinking. Damned ridiculous banquets. He wa
