Spring 965 MC
Gerald leaned his back against the wall. They were out the front of the Royal Estate beneath the covered archway that served as its entrance. Gazing towards the edge of the woods, he noted the downpour. "It"s cold," he said, "and wet."
"That"s pretty obvious, isn"t it?" said Anna. She took a seat on the flagstones, setting down her goblet. Beside her loomed Tempus, stretched out and acting as the back of a chair while around her sat most of her friends, each seeking what comfort they could while Sophie passed out drinks.
"The food will be along shortly," the maid added.
"There"s no hurry," said Gerald. "It"s not like we"re going anywhere."
She passed a tankard to Sir Preston, and as he took it, their hands brushed each other. Anna noted the looks on their faces and turne
