Rafandra
By the time I made it back to the house, the wooden table on the veranda had been laid with a selection of fruit and meat fit for a king. Two cups of ale sat side by side and there was even a small vase with wildflowers she had clearly picked from the garden. Just the sight of it all had my heart pounding with a mix of appreciation and excitement.
She appeared through the door clumsily with her hands full of plates and cutlery, struggling to carry it all and hold the door open at the same time. I dashed forward, taking the plates from her hands as she blinked up at me in a startled state.
“Oh, you’re here. I wasn’t sure you were going to come,” she rushed as I frowned down at her.
“I said I would, didn’t I?”
I cursed myself when I saw her blush with embarrassment at my wo
