target now thirty feet away instead of the twenty where she’d started as she had improved and Annar felt he should increase her challenge.
Annar was standing behind her, Skylar at her side, his own target twenty feet away, his bow shorter and easier for him to wield.
Frey tossed his gloves on his desk and turned back to the window to watch his wife.
She was paying more attention to Skylar than her task, as she always did and watching it, Frey’s mouth grew tight.
She was brilliant with the boy and refused to leave him behind with the crew on his ship as Frey usually did. She had said she wanted his lessons to continue but this was nonsense. She wanted time to light those dark places the boy had haunting his soul.
And she did. She didn’t work miracles but she tended him gently, cautiously and regularly giving him just enough distance and closing in only when Skylar offered her a sign he was comfortable with her doing so.
Then, not long ago, all her careful tending broke through and the boy blossomed.
Hell, Frey heard their laughter while they were in this same bloody room not two bloody hours ago while she was working with him on his letters and numbers.
She’d make a brilliant gods damned mother. Why in the bloody hell was she dosing with pennyrium?
“Frey?” Ruben called his name and Frey turned from the window to see his man walking into the room.
“The door, Ben,” Frey ordered, Ruben stopped, gave him a look then turned back and closed the door before he walked into the room and stopped four feet from Frey.
“You don’t look happy,” Ruben observed.
“This would be because I am not,” Frey replied.
Ruben said nothing.
Frey did. “Upstairs, in Finnie’s trunk on the dresser, you’ll find several envelopes of pennyrium.” Ruben blinked, his chest expanded with his big breath and he crossed his arms over it but Frey kept speaking. “Count them. Then go to the herbalist in the village. Have her create a powder that very closely resembles the sight, smell and taste of pennyrium but has none of its medicinal properties. Purchase the exact quantity of the exact same number of envelopes and then switch them with what’s in Finnie’s trunk. Then dispose immediately of what’s in that trunk.”
Ruben didn’t move and he still did not speak.
“Ben, this has to happen today. We leave on the morrow,” Frey prompted.
“I take it you didn’t know Finnie was dosing with pennyrium,” Ruben remarked.
“You take that correctly.”
Ruben nodded but still didn’t move.
“Ruben,” Frey growled.
“You remember Olivia,” Ruben stated.
Frey did and that was why his jaw got tight and he crossed his arms on his chest as well.
“I did not ask you here for a lecture, Ben, I asked you here to give you an order.”
“I am your man, Frey, but I am also your friend,” Ruben replied. “And as your friend, I advise you to ask your wife here for a discussion rather than switch her draughts on the sly.”
The burn in Frey’s chest intensified.
“I appreciate you taking the time to give me your opinion regardless that I didn’t ask for it,” Frey said softly, his tone unmistakable and Ruben wouldn’t mistake it, they’d known each other over a decade and he’d heard it many times.
He still ignored it.
“Frey,” Ruben returned softly, “Olivia made this decision for us. Yes, if she hadn’t, I would not have Lincoln. And yes, now, seven years later, I could not imagine my life without Linc. What I can tell you is, when I was under the assumption she was taking the pennyrium as this was what I told her to do and she was not, she made that choice on her own, acted without my knowledge and she told me she was with my child, I was far from happy. You know this. You and Thad were called to pull me out of her cottage when the level of my anger erased my common sense after the news was delivered. I urge you to think about how Finnie would feel if she learns you have essentially done the same.”
“I do remember this, Ruben, and you were justifiably angry,” Frey returned. “She was your woman, you are a man and it is your right to make this decision, not hers. You’d informed her of your decision regarding pennyrium and she did not bow to that decision. Your reaction was not wrong and your anger did erase your common sense at the time, though she did not feel the power of your hand and many of the men thought she should. However, you also did not bring charges as you could. I respected your decision and understood you did not wish your son’s mother to spend the duration of her pregnancy in bound service to her realm. Your leniency saved Olivia that sentence but Olivia’s decision lost her you for you never went back to her bed and, I have heard, no man does for fear of the same befalling him.”
Ruben’s chest expanded again as he conceded this point nonverbally.
Frey went on. “My wife is a princess whose duty it is to birth the future king of our country. She was not born thus but that does not mean she does not know it. She does. She knows it very well. I am the father of the future king but even if I was not, I am a man and the decision to wait or not is mine. She must understand this because we discussed this very early upon being wed, she was the one who introduced the discussion but no decision was made. She is dosing with pennyrium on the sly for she has never dosed before me and it is my right to make her desist in doing so and it is my choice how I do that.” He paused and held his friend’s gaze before he finished, “And this is my choice, Ben. Go to the herbalist in the village and see to it that Finnie’s pennyrium is destroyed.”
“Finnie is of another world, Frey, and although she has been here for some time now, she is still becoming accustomed to ours. She is wrong in her decision but that decision is understandable.” Ruben said quietly and when Frey made no response he went on quietly, “Mate, I can’t help but think this is a bad idea.”
“The bad idea was Finnie’s,” Frey replied. “I’m rectifying it.”
Ruben hesitated. Frey lost patience.
Therefore he commanded, “Ben. Go.”
Ruben took in another breath, nodded then turned and left the room.
Frey turned back to the window and watched his wife pull back on her bow and let fly.
With her near daily practice, not only had her target grown more distant, her aim had grown truer. All her arrows were embedded in the circle just outside the bulls-eye and the one she just let loose was no different.
He pulled in a calming breath that, with Ruben on his errand, actually calmed him.
His Finnie, he knew, would have some reason she did what she did. It might be a foolhardy reason but it was likely she did not think so.
And he determined to discuss it with her at some later date when his anger was not so close to the surface.
And this later date would be around the time she missed her first cycle and he knew his seed had found purchase in her womb, she was further bound to him through their child and the future of the realm was safe.
There came a knock on the door, he turned to it and called, “Enter.”
Then he watched the chateau’s housekeeper come in, stop and announce, “There is a woman here who says she urgently needs to speak with your princess.”
Frey sighed again.
Of this, he had no doubt. As in Houllebec, Finnie wasted no time befriending nearly everyone in the village. It was not unusual that a woman came calling so she could sit with coffee or wine and his wife and they could cackle about whatever women cackled about.
The urgency of the message, however, slightly surprised him.
“And she is?” Frey asked although he really did not care.
“Says her name is Agnes. She’s of your land, my lord,” the housekeeper replied but at her first five words, the burn in Frey’s gut and chest changed as ice encased his innards and then crawled through his veins.
“Bring her to me immediately and she is not seen nor does she see my princess,” Frey ordered, the housekeeper nodded and swept out.
