Verbal Abuse

Harlyn

Thorin has gone to dance with my mother, and now Lotta is dancing with me. The atmosphere is alive with joy and celebration. I’m even more delighted because my father and Stefan are nowhere near me. They haven’t been present at any part of the wedding since after the ceremony.

“Harlyn.” I turn, hearing Samuel’s voice, and my arms instinctively wrap around him in a tight embrace. I’m so glad I got to watch him marry.

“I’m guessing Thorin told you about the plan?” He asks, waiting for my reply.

“He did. We’re going to the palace for the night?” I ask, seeking confirmation.

Samuel nods. “Yes, but not tonight. Things are still going well at the wall. The rogues aren’t getting through, so we’re not leaving until tomorrow.”

I relax at his words; it gives me time to prepare for everyone’s inevitable questions when they realise the pups are mine. Right now, amidst the festivities, no one seems to suspect.

“So tomorrow?” I inquire.

“Yes, it just felt wrong to leave tonight, even if the