The Northlander. John E. Elias

the first night.

      “We should wash up and meet in the dining room in about a quarter of an hour,” she said to Björn.

      “I will be delighted to dine with you, Princess,” Björn said with a courtly bow that made Aleanna smile.

      They had just begun to eat when they heard the sound of her father and his men arrive in the courtyard. There was no mistaking Brewster’s voice as he vaulted up the stairs.

      Charging into the dining room, he said, “Where have you been and why did you go off like that without letting anyone know?”

      Aleanna smiled sweetly up at him. “And why are you charging about the countryside like an old fool when you know I do that all of the time,” she cooed. “Besides, Björn was with me.”

      Brewster hung his head, a bit embarrassed. “I was worried about you. You know how much I love you.”

      Getting up, she went to him, planting a kiss on his cheek and giving him a tight hug. “I know, Father. What will you do when I am gone and married in Carigo? Now let us sit down and eat.”