When she arrived, the guards at the gatehouse greeted her with relief. “Welcome home, My Lord,” they said with broad smiles. “Thank you,” Britt smiled, nudging her horse forward. Any of the townsfolk or guards Britt ran across smiled at her, as if the mere sight of her cou...
As she navigated her way, she gnawed on a very green, unripe apple and complained to her guards. “Sir Ulfius said I have a line of vanquished knights waiting to swear loyalty to me, compliments of Sir Lancelot. I’m beginning to think I should have bells sewn into his horse’s tack.” &n...
She watched with a calculating gaze as the witch—an old woman who looked as old as dirt and hobbled around on crutches—made her way up the well-worn path that led from the stables and climbed the slight hill upon which the candy cottage was perched. The witch’s red eyes were fixed on her house—th...
There wasn’t as much as she expected. Bundled up, it was roughly the size of a rectangular hay-bale. The small amount was most likely because King Torgen knew she would fail at the task. The flax fibers were a shade of dirty cream and smelled like the outdoors. ...
The episode nearly put Britt’s day-trip with Merlin in jeopardy, until Merlin reasoned that it might be safer for Britt to leave Camelot and the public eye for a day, which was how, a week later, Britt found herself in a charming cottage, owned by Blaise—Merlin’s mentor, and a renown hermit. &nbs...
“Where in the blazes did you get that?” He shook his head when Dylan reached for her slate. “No mind, I don’t rightly care. Look, you will have to escort yourself to the garden party, you hear? Lady Shauna has agreed to let me follow her to the party. She’ll get mad at me if I have you trailing m...