92 Assualted By Drunks!

Bertram carried me back in his arms, "Why are you dressed like that?"

I untied the curtain and tossed it off, "I was trying to keep my identity hidden."

"Why?"

I frowned, "What do you mean why? I can't have my identity discovered and be connected to the Black Death!"

I would definitely be killed by the King… Well… That's assuming I would even live through Simon's torture.

I shivered at the thought. I can already imagine Simon smiling in pleasure at that.

"But you have never worn a face covering before this..."

"Well f*ck me. I haven't, have I?"

Now that I think about it, he is right. I never even thought to hide my face before! I had given false names, but I just assumed a cloak would be adequate enough to hide my identity. What was I doing being so careless?!

I looked at Bertram timidly, "I'm screwed, aren't I?"

He thought about this for a second, "Not necessarily. Luckily the people we've done business with seem to like you for some reason."