C16 Darrius

I wanted to slam my fist on the table and shout at Malcolm for being a chump to believe this woman was our queen. After doubting myself about the lass, validation was better than a free mug of ale. Which tasted a whole lot better than this watered-down crap.

“Laddie,” I called. “Bring us some ale an’ check on our food. I’m famished.”

When the boy brought a pitcher with him