Bittersweet~
Sethlyan Callan
Dundarien, Aleron
Seth sought the quiet of the stable. He brushed Jonquil in the stall beside Gambit. Rusty dozed on the straw at his feet, and Bolt preened in the rafters. He needed the time alone while he tried to make up his mind.
Isobel found him there, as he knew she would when she was ready. Her soft footsteps stopped behind him. He leaned back for a kiss and went back to brushing. Isobel curled her arms around him and rested her head on his back. They drew a long breath together.
“There was naught I could do,” she said. “Rosalee lost the baby.”
“I know.” His reply came as slow and smooth as the brush gliding over the horse’s flank. “You tried.”
“Yes, I tried. We all tried,” she said. “It was hard on her. She nearly—”
“But she didn’t,” Seth stoppe
