Chapter 35Clenching her skirts in her hands, Kallan stiffly walked up the steps from the Great Hall, all the while cursing Rune for pulling her through the window. In the corridor, she dropped her skirts and shuffled to her chambers as she pushed open the door of her sitting room.
Torunn had the fires crackling against the late summer chill that had settled in. The first of the snows were drawing near. At once, Kallan busied her fingers with the unlacing of her bodice as she moved to the bedroom chamber and froze at Roald standing against her door frame.
“Good evening, Your Majesty.”
The heat on her neck returned.
“Evening,” she replied, wishing more than ever for a cloaking spell on hand.
With a long sigh, Roald sauntered across the sitting room and came to stand before her.
“I get
