Chapter 28

Jule was the only child to have any clear memory of their father, but his nonchalance about the subject didn’t faze Solna. He knew it hid Jule’s pain.

Suddenly, there was commotion at the front of the house, an awful racket right before a heavy fist hit the door. Lanaut sighed and set down the kettle of water she had just filled from a basin of fresh water. Solna was out of his seat before she had taken three steps.

“I will answer it, Lanaut.” While he was under her roof, the least he could do was protect her family. Rarely did anything good ever come from that kind of noise. It almost sounded like an armed host had shown up to the door. Lanaut waved him along and when back to her kitchen.

He missed his broadsword, lost along with his horse and guards, but maybe his imposing size would be enough to chase whoever it was away without any trouble.