The Kingdom's Crown (Inheritance of Hunger #3) - Kathryn Moon Page 0,2
front facade of the pale brick, and even though it was too late in the year for any blooms, the greenery gave the place a pleasant wildness.
"It looks every bit as you described," Thao said, his usual energy subdued.
A figure appeared in the outline of the open door, tall and feminine, and Thao jerked back from the window suddenly.
"There's Mother," Wendell said.
The rest of my Chosen, including Cresswell, appeared in front of the carriage door, and it was Aric who opened it for us, Thao stepping out and handing me down. My mage looked weary and windswept from the long ride of the day, and a sharply cold cheek rested against the top of my head as I leaned into him.
"I know I said we shouldn't spare so much time here, but I'm relieved at the thought now," Aric grumbled softly.
"You know you could sit in the carriage," I whispered back, restraining my laugh as he let out an offended grumble. Aric was far too opposed to luxury for his own good.
"Wen!" the woman on the stairs cried as Wendell's long frame ducked out of the carriage.
Wendell's mother, Miriam Pope, rushed down the steps of her home and across the grassy drive as Wendell jogged to meet her. He bent as she rose to her toes, enveloping him in a fierce hug. It was too dark to tell if her hair was a lighter shade of blonde than Wendell's, or if she had his blue eyes, but it was obvious in their embrace her own joy and relief at seeing her son again. Wendell lifted his mother off her toes briefly, the pair of them laughing as he set her down just as quickly.
My heart ached at the sight of them, a strange kind of jealousy rising up inside of me.
"Bryony?" Aric asked, and I smoothed my expression.
"It's nothing," I said quickly, not wanting to explain the source of my discomfort.
Wendell's mother kissed his cheeks twice before they settled, her smile catching some of the light from the lamps in the manor windows. He stepped to her side, and Miriam's hand rose to rest over her chest. She was every bit as elegant and beautiful as her son, with creases in the corners of her eyes the only clear sign of her age.
"Oh, excuse me, Your Highness—"
"No, please!"
"It is such an honor to-to have you all visit here. And to—" Her words failed her, and Wendell's arm wrapped around her shoulders as she beamed up at him.
I moved to join them, and Wendell's hand squeezed on her shoulders, thankfully keeping his mother from falling into a curtsy for my sake. "It's my sincere pleasure, Mistress Pope. And please, call me Bryony."
Wendell and his mother released bright laughs at the same time, hers a little panicked. "You'll have to forgive my mother when she can't help herself, love," Wendell said, turning his smile back to his mother. "Have you driven Cook mad rearranging the dinner plans a hundred times yet?"
"I—maybe a bit. Speaking of dinner, I went ahead and asked for suppers to be sent up to the rooms we prepared for you. I'm afraid accommodations are a little tight—"
"It's fine," Wendell and I said at the same moment.
I had the oddest impulse to step in closer, to claim a hug from the woman with the same ease that Wendell had, but her nerves were obvious and she leaned into him for support. Thao joined me, one hand cupping over my shoulder, and Miriam's eyes widened.
Not even Wendell could stop his mother from the low curtsy she fell into then. "Oh! You must be Prince Thao. Wen always had such wonderful things to say about you and how at home you made him feel in Mennary. I am so grateful to you and so happy the both of you were Chosen!"
Thao answered the curtsy with a deep bow, and Miriam flushed and nearly tottered over until Wendell pulled her up. "I can assure you the praise is mutual and I've long looked forward to meeting you as well, Mistress Pope."
Thao's gallantry met awed silence, and I took the opportunity to introduce the rest of my Chosen.
"Please come in, you all must be so tired from the traveling," Miriam said, her wide eyes flicking back and forth between Thao and I as she clung to Wendell's arm and he guided her toward the doors.
"Father?"
"Oh, he said he would make it to your arrival, but he fell asleep immediately after his—"