Fair, Bright, and Terrible (Welsh Blades #2)

The Unseen

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R obert had the strong suspicion he was the only entirely sober guest in the hall. Even Edward seemed more jovial than could reasonably be expected of a king. It was loud and crowded, and Robert wanted more than anything to be out of it. But he had seen his wife leave – he was still incapable of ignoring her comings and goings – and planned to wait long enough that he would not interrupt her as she dressed for bed. He did not think he could stand that paralyzing awkwardness atop their frozen courtesy.

“Come, have more.” Simon was trying, with limited success, to fill Robert’s cup with more of the punch. It splashed to the floor, narrowly missing their feet, but finally enough made it into the cup that Simon grinned in triumph. “To your good health, brother. To your fortune here in England.”