Chapter 5 Natives
Cratha sipped the tea. The brew warmed her from the inside out, a much-needed feeling after the cold distance she felt from the man that shared her bed. The two had been apart much over the past eight seasons. Lady Cratha was now willing to use that as an excuse for his distant heart.
Too deep in her thoughts, she choked and coughed at the hot tea. When her heart experienced the brew, it tasted more like fraud than it did lemon. The man sleeping across the room from where she sat held many secrets from her ears. Hypocrite, thought the leader of the Iron League, for she too hid much from him.
A tiny, almost imperceptible knock woke Cratha out of her thoughts.
“Lady Cratha, I am sorry to disturb you so early,” whispered the woman.
“It is all right, Obadella, I could no
