“Good night, Briana,” Phoebus said to the Briton, giving her a hug.
“Good night, young warrior,” she said, ruffling his hair.
“I’ll be back,” Adara said to her as she led the way upstairs.
Briana sat down again and poured some more wine.
Where are you, Dagon and Einion? She rubbed her eyes. Lucius, please take care of them.
After a few minutes, Adara came back with a cloak about her shoulders, poured herself some more wine and sat down beside Briana in front of the fire.
“You must be frustrated, waiting here while they go off to Dumnonia.”
“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t.” Briana nodded, but took Adara’s hand. “But there is no other place I would rather be than here with you and the children.”
“And your people,” Adara smiled. “You will be their queen soon.”
Briana smiled. “I don’
