“Nevermind, I don’t like this plan,” Byrin whispers to Selmas, who shushes him.
From across the table, Gwynfor gives them a murderous look, and Selmas is pretty sure that she will actually kill him if this doesn’t work.
“We didn’t expect to see you in Wister!” Hundyr’s mother, Amira, says, setting a large platter down on the table in front of them. Byrin makes a small cooing noise when he sees it. “So soon after the Ceremony! Hundyr said that it was quite the occasion.”
“Yes, well,” Gwynfor says, her teeth gritted, “Chieftain Izalia wanted to make sure that Wister wasn’t alarmed by the… events that conspired there. I came to make sure our alliance was still sound.”
“Of course it is, of course it is!” Amira exclaims, clapping her hands together. “We would never ruin Hundyr’s marriage prospects.”