Jory had seen the handmaiden arriving long before she had made herself known and he knew his time with Islya was cut short. He kept his mouth closed as she spoke about her lord husband, the words ‘I’m here’ caught in his throat and as he glanced over at Islya as he pulled away fro the kiss, forcing himself to do so, knowing she was having similar thoughts.
“Allow me to escort you both to him.” Jory said, looking at the young girl, making it clear he was going to go with Islya no matter what the girl said, and she just nodded, too scared and cold to say much else and offered Islya a smile. A rare gentle smile.
It’s going to be fine. Jory thought to himself as he walked with the two women to greet Lord Glover and Jory relished in seeing the Lord’s face as he made it a point to stay close to Isyla as the old Lord came ino view and he shuddered at the thought of his dear lady wife having to share a bed with this man.
Goldnwulf 