genre: fantasy (historical fiction)
“. . . life is in your hands dear boy.”
The king’s voice carried over the cobbled terrace, but it wasn’t the cryptic words which caught Xavier’s attention. Florian sprang up from his seat and leaned into Orn’s face. It was too dark to make out either man’s features, and Florian’s voice was too low to hear his response.
“Ahem,” Xavier said loud enough to be heard by the two men.
They both looked his direction, and he could feel the glaring anger even from twenty feet away. Xavier could tell King Orn spoke but could not decipher his words.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, Your Highness. Prince Theiandar asked me to find Sir Florian.”
The next thing the king said lacked all obscurity and was full of geniality. “Of course, young man. He’ll be along in just a moment. I have been giving Sir Florian a report of his sister and his lands, have I not Sir Florian?”
Xavier detected tight-lipped anger in Florian’s voice when he said, “Yes, Sire.”
He hesitated, not sure if there was something going on that he should be concerned about or if Florian was more familiar with the monarch of Wyeth than he might have assumed. When seconds passed and neither of them moved Xavier decided to disappear. He’d have to ask Florian about the strange encounter later.
He bowed and retreated back into the bright gaiety of noise within Hamlin House.
I’ve done something fun here. Well, it’s fun for me. This is a different perspective of a scene in my current WIP The Treasonous. The idea was too good to pass up, and it was fun to think about the scene from a different character’s perspective!