Winter 919/920 MC
“Carriage approaching,” called out a guard.
Richard rushed across the top of the battlements to gaze northward, where the road looped around the outside of the Keep. With spring almost here, he knew it was only a matter of time before Edward returned. This past year had been lonely, and, though he hated to admit it, he was eager to see how his brother had fared.
He halted his progress beside the soldier, looking out across the fields to see the horses drawing the carriage ever closer.
“Looking forward to seeing your brother, my lord?” the soldier enquired.
“Yes,” said Richard. “It’s been a long time since he left.”
“I expect he’ll be all grown up now, you may not even recognize him.”
Richard smiled at the thought. Edward would have turned fifteen this past winter,
