The Queen’s Resistance

Lord Morgane’s Territory, Castle Brígh

Cartier

I’ve invited Lady and Lord Dermott to stay with us next week,” I said to Aileen one morning, the Lannons’ trial steadily growing closer by the day.

“Lady and Lord Dermott?” Aileen repeated, her voice a touch too shrill for my liking. “Here?”

We both glanced around to the broken windows and empty rooms.

I had written to the Dermotts, inviting them to lodge at Castle Brígh on their journey down to the trial. And I thought that I had given myself enough time to finish restoring the castle for proper visitors, as well as to get my plans in place for wooing the Dermotts into a public alliance with the queen. But by the look on Aileen’s face … I realized I had bitten off more than I could swallow.

“I apologize,” I said in a rush. “I realize we are not best suited for visitors at the moment.” But this alliance must be done quickly, I wanted to add but nipped it before the words could emerge, as Aileen arched her brow at me.

“Does this mean you are positioning me as the castle chamberlain?” she inquired, a faint smile in her eyes.

“Aye, Aileen.”

“Then don’t worry, Lord Aodhan,” she said, touching my arm. “We shall get this castle ready in seven days.”

Later that afternoon, I found myself standing in the office with Thane Seamus, both of us trying to decide how we would repair the hole in the roof, when Tomas came hopping into the room, his injured foot cocked back.

“Milord,” the boy said, tugging at my sleeve. “There’s a—”

“Lad, do not tug on the lord’s sleeve,” Seamus gently scolded, and Tomas’s face flushed as he jumped back to put some proper distance between us.

“It’s all right,” I said, glancing down at Tomas. The boy had made himself scarce the past two days, as if he had been overwhelmed by all the people now gathered in the castle. “Let me finish this, and then you and I can talk.”

Tomas nodded and hopped from the room. I watched him go, noticing how his shoulders were stooped.

“My lord Aodhan, you need to instruct young ones like him to respect you,” Seamus said with a sigh. “Or else he will constantly be out of line.”

“Yes, well, as far as I know, he is an orphan,” I said. “And I want him to feel at home with us.”

Seamus said nothing. And I wondered if I was wrong to think such—I knew nothing of raising children—but I did not have time to stand and ponder it. I returned to talking about roof repairs, sorting Tomas to the back of my mind.

Half an hour later, Seamus left to begin overseeing repairs to the alehouse, about a fifteen-minute ride but still on the property, after Aileen had admonished that “we cannot have Lady and Lord Dermott here without proper ale.” I could not fault her for ranking drink above proper beds and glass windows, and I departed the office in search of Tomas. The boy seemed to disappear at will, slipping into shadows and finding the best hiding places.

I went to the hall first, where some of the women were working at trestle tables around a pot of tea, sewing curtains and quilts for the guest chambers. Their laughter hushed at the sight of me, their gazes softening as they watched me approach.

“Good afternoon. Have you seen Tomas?” I asked. “He’s about yea high, with red hair.”

“Yes, we saw him, Lord Aodhan,” one of the women said, her fingers working a needle through the fabric all the while. “He’s with the lass with the blue cloak.”

Brienna.

I startled; it was like my heart was on a string, yanking through me at the mere thought of her.

“Thank you,” I said and rushed from the hall, the women’s whispers chasing my heels as I emerged into the courtyard. From there I hurried to the stables, but there was no trace of Brienna. One of the grooms informed me that she had just been there with Tomas, speaking of honey cakes, and so I returned to the castle through the kitchens, where a tray of honey cakes was cooling on the windowsill, two of them noticeably missing …

I walked back toward the office, my tread quiet on the stone floors; I could hear Brienna’s voice drift into the corridor as she talked to Tomas.

“So I began to dig, just beneath the tree.”

“With your bare hands?” Tomas eagerly asked.

“No, silly boy. With a spade. I had stowed it away in my pocket, and—”

“Your pocket? Dresses have pockets?”

“Of course they do. Don’t you think women need a place to hide a thing or two?”

“I suppose so. What happened next?” Tomas insisted.

“I dug until I found the locket.”

I gently pushed the door open, almost hesitant to interrupt this moment. The door creaked, as everything in this castle did, alerting them of my arrival, and I stood on the threshold, gazing down at them.

There was no furniture in the office. Brienna and Tomas were seated on the floor in a ring of sunlight, legs outstretched as they leaned back on their hands.

Brienna quieted as she met my gaze.

“I tried to tell you, milord!” Tomas hurried to say, as if he was worried he would be in trouble. “Mistress Brienna arrived, but you sent me away before I could.”

“Yes, and I apologize, Tomas,” I said, moving to join their circle on the floor. “Next time, I will listen.”

“Are you ill, milord?” The boy frowned as he studied me. “You look like you have a fever.”

I conceded to chuckle, and wiped my brow again. “No, I am not ill. I merely chased the two of you around the property.”

“I brought her back here to you, milord.”

“Mm-hmm. I should have waited here, then.” My eyes helplessly shifted to Brienna. Her hair spilled over her shoulders and her face was flushed from the ride, her eyes bright. Her cloak was knotted at her collar; the dark blue spread around her, basking in the light.

“I was just telling Tomas the story about how I found the stone,” she said, amused.

“What happened next?” Tomas insisted, directing his attention back to her.

“Well, the Stone of Eventide was within the locket,” Brienna continued. “And I had to hide it in my … ah, in my dress.”

“In your pocket, you mean?” Tomas suggested, propping his chin in his palm.

“Yes. Something like that.” She glanced back to me with a wry smile.

“What does the stone look like?” he asked.

“Like a large moonstone.”

“I’ve seen a few moonstones,” the boy remarked. “What else?”