Minstrel's Serenade. Aubrie Dionne

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      His armor reflected the sun’s rays, blinding her.

      She fell back, shielding her eyes. “I need you. The castle is under siege once again.”

      He stood, gathering his horse’s reins in his hands. “You know what to do. Follow your instincts. The answers lie in front of you. All you have to do is pay attention.”

      He pulled away, leaving Danika on the pebble stones. A horn blasted through the air, the intervals signaling the call to arms. The army surged around her, hoof-beats and footsteps speeding into a blur of movement on all sides.

      Emptiness consumed her, her body fell in on itself until it was as though she’d shrivel up like a dead flower. Her father had taken a part of her with him. Would she ever again feel complete?

      “Princess.” Bron’s bass voice broke though the pattering of hooves and feet. “Princess, if you don’t come out, I’ll have to break in.”

      Come out where? Danika scanned the crowd. The bodies ran together in a blur of strangers.

      “Princess!”

      Danika shot upright in bed. Sunlight streamed in through transparent curtains. A loud knock came at her door.

      The bluewood muffled Bron’s voice. “What if she’s not in there? What if the minstrels stole her away? I’m breaking the door in.”

      “No!” Danika stumbled from the bed, her legs catching on the sheets. She kicked the satin off and stumbled forward. A broken door would only stir up animosity in her newly formed alliance. She turned the handle and whipped the wood back just as Bron held up the blunt end of his claymore.

      “Princess?” Bron’s eyes widened in surprise. He looked away, sheathing his sword. Nip stood by him, holding his own makeshift wooden weapon.

      Danika realized she wore only her underdress. The lacy trim barely covered the swell of her breasts and the wind blew the hem up past her knees. Goosebumps prickled her ivory skin, but her cheeks burned as hot as blood. Trying to regain her composure, she stood up straight as if she wore a full-length gown. “I’m quite all right.”

      “I can see that.” Did Bron’s cheeks redden underneath his tan? “We were afraid the minstrels took you away.”

      “No. I simply overslept.”

      The remnants of her wretched dream seized her. Why did she always dream of her father?

      Bron spoke into the door instead of meeting her gaze, as if looking upon her committed a crime. “The minstrels have arranged for five bushels of rice. We can fit the load in the carriage if you and Nip ride alongside.”

      “Nip cannot come with us. It’s too dangerous for a boy.”

      Bron grinned as if he’d lost the argument already. “You tell him that.”

      Danika put her hands on her hips and glared at Nip. The boy clutched his mini-sword in his hand, swinging the blade at thin air. “I can too. You need me to find the albinos. Besides, I know how to barter.”

      “And how would a young boy who cannot even comb his hair know all this?” Danika raised her brow. She could sniff the stench of a tall tale from the truth.

      Nip held his head up high, even though his curly head of hair only came to Danika’s silken waist. He sheathed his sword in a loop at his side. “My father told me tales of Darkenbite.”

      Danika glanced at Bron and tweaked a questioning eyebrow.

      The warrior shrugged. “He provided an accurate description of the stalagmites. In other words, he speaks the truth, Princess.”

      She paused, ruminating over the lesser of two evils. Either leave him with the minstrels, or take him with her to Darkenbite. Both ways presented problems, including possible ransom or the unknown dangers of the caverns. Who knew how well the minstrels would look after him? If they didn’t hold him prisoner, they might just allow him to wander off. If Danika brought Nip with her, at least she’d have him in her sights.

      “All right, but you answer to me, you hear?” Danika pressed him as if her edict as High Princess had no clout in a boy’s eyes.

      Nip nodded eagerly, his hair falling into his face. “Right.”

      “We’ll have to get you a haircut along the way.”

      Nip froze in terror and Bron smiled, running a hand through his floppy hair. “I’ll see what I can do, Princess. In the meantime, we’ll take our leave to allow you time to change. The weather’s cool today, like the gods have turned their backs on us.”

      “Let them. We don’t need their help.” Danika bluffed and slapped her nightshift down against the wind. Honestly, her attendants would have a heart attack if they saw her now.

      Bron bowed, pulling the boy away. “Come, gallant knight. Let’s see what these lute players eat for breakfast.”

      “Yes, sir.” Nip bowed and winked at Danika before skipping to join him.

      Chapter 5

      Party of Four

      A light jig danced on the wind as Danika approached the carriage. She wanted to scream for the song to stop. Not only had she listened to enough music, the playful tones mocked the gravity of the journey ahead. If only she could find the source of the tune, she’d bash in that particular player’s lute.

      When she arrived, Bron had loaded most of the bags of rice, filling both passenger seats and the underside of the carriage where he’d stored the wyvern’s head. He’d already hooked up their horses, and Nip sat in the driver’s seat, pretending to whip the reins.

      “What about your war trophy? You cannot leave a good wyvern head behind.” Danika smiled.

      “I gave it to the minstrels.” Bron heaved the last bag of rice into the carriage. It plopped on top of the velvety seats, stirring up moss dust. He turned and winked. “Maybe King Troubadir will make another table.”

      “A horrid table indeed.” Danika rolled her eyes. “I cannot even imagine.”

      “Maybe you can discuss it with him now.” Bron gestured over her shoulder.

      King Troubadir had arrived, flanked by three minstrels on either side. Their long cloaks brushed the tall grasses behind them. They were dressed in formal robes, flutes hung from silver cords around their waists. Not one of them carried a lute. Valorian hadn’t come.

      His absence surprised her. Why wouldn’t the prince bid them farewell on their journey? Maybe his affections didn’t run as deep as she thought. A newfound sense of freedom from obligation poured over her, but an underlying current of disappointment irked her as well. Did no man seek her attentions?

      “Good morning, Princess Danika.” Troubadir smiled and extended his hand. Danika bowed before him, taking his hand in hers.

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