Chapter 155: To you...
[ ... continued ( Skarthheim territories) ]
The outer courtyard was always a place for madness,but it had never looked more insane before.
There were some kids throwing popped cereals all over the place. A dwarf was riding a giant rooster while screaming war cries. Somewhere near the far corner, a feathered man was singing a lullaby into a fishbowl while someone...no one knew who...kept releasing chickens into the crowd ( it was supposed to be part of a magic trick, until some Skarthheims decided to feast on those chicken...raw) .
The audience? Enraptured.
Even the guards were clapping along, their weapons bouncing in rhythm as the parade of misfits juggled, flipped, twirled, or just tripped around the torches.
It was unthinkable Skarthheim would ever have such a spectacle... yet it was all for that one person... all for that one promised heir.
Kieran stood behind a cart covered in fake hay and real manure, arms crossed, jaw tight, a torch in one hand and the glittering cape draped like an added insult across his shoulders.
He was not watching the show.
He was watching the window.
That window.
The one Velor had subtly pointed out hours ago, the one with the open wooden panel just beneath the royal chambers.
His eyes were glued and it seemed his feet were too... he wanted to bolt... to have a glimpse... See if it was really her, if it was real... but he could not move yet... Damn fuck!