Boom! Boom! Boom! Briette lifted her head. She had fallen…

““Boom! Boom! Boom! Briette lifted her head. She had fallen asleep on her crossed arms, resting over the book. What was that? Were they having a summer storm? Boom! Boom! Boom! The door. The main door of the manor. How strange! Briette looked at the guttering candle on her table. It wasn’t much shorter, she might have slept an hour. Still, it was very late for the house to have a caller. Briette waited, listened for footfalls on the stairs. It was normally Calister who answered the door. He would be asleep now, four floors above, and probably could not hear a thing. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! And the caller was not patient. Briette sighed and rose stiffly from the bench. She wasn’t sure if chambermaids should answer the door, but given the circumstances, she hoped Miss Gerda would forgive her. She took the staircase that led up from the kitchen to the grand dining room. Her candle sputtered and in the near-blackness, Briette jammed her small toes against the leg of a chair. She winced, grinding her teeth, and hobbled through to the entrance hall. If this was merely a messenger who could have come at daylight, she intended to give him an earful. The front door was large, heavy and stern. Briette slid back the latch and gave the iron ring a hard tug. It swung back, whining softly on its hinges. “Holy Noses, that took an age,” said a deep voice. “Where’s the steward?” Briette looked at the caller, lit by her candle. In an instant, her whole body turned to pudding. “I – I – I think he’s asleep. They all are. Um – uh – won’t you come in?” She stepped back, lowering the candle, and hoped he did not see her shaking. The man stepped inside. He was a tall man, grandly stout, with a well-shaped salt-and-pepper beard. He wore robes of blue velvet, heavy jewelry, and above his stern face, a magnificent crown. King Jarrod of Grunwold. Chapter 18 He””

— Anita Valle