bolton quality time!!
Where was her twin? He’d left. Again. He’d left and now she was by herself in the midst of the idiot flowers and—the sound of the door interrupted her thoughts. “Osmund, so help me I—“ Kyra sat up at the sound of Matthrew’s voice . Her expression softened into one of wary relief. “Pardon me, Matthrew. I thought you were my husband. You look in good spirits, my lord Bolton.” She didn’t quite hide the faint note of accusation from her tone but her expression was less fury than intense unhappiness. Matthrew was for Jemni to rage at, and she herself wanted news of her brother if any was to be had.
“Would you care for some refreshment?” she asked courteously as she rose. “There’s wine, and I can send for food if you wish. Has your hunt yielded any promising results as yet?”