*Eleanor*
“I demand to be taken to my sister,” Ann tells me. Again.
“No,” I shrug. “She is with her husband. You can see her when she decides to return.”
“When will that be?”
Anders smirks at her. “Probably a week. He’s been gone five winters.”
“What?!” she asks him, her face aghast, and I have to stifle a laugh.
I look at her as she crosses her arms across her chest. “How do you know our language?”
“I had to learn from Harald,” she explains. “I needed to tell them how to fight for me.”
I roll my eyes, still surprised he ever even agreed to it. She treated him poorly while the king there allowed him and our men to form a village on their land. If ever a man went above and beyond to make their wife happy, it is Harald and his dealing with Ann.
“Where shall I sleep?”
I po
