The crowd was still murmuring when a stallion carriage suddenly stopped. Master Edward, the owner of the Black Goblet Tavern, the most ranked tavern in SqudCity, was seated at the back, while his rider was in the front. He had told his rider to stop when he saw the crowds; he wanted to know what was happening. He didn't expect to see the scene which shocked him to the core. His carriage door slammed shut with a sound that draws the nearby crowd attention to him. “By the gods, what is this?” His was not paying attention to the the people, but on the building across the way. “How?” he muttered, the word sounded low with a hiss through his teeth. His rider, up front, kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, knowing better than to meet his master’s furious gaze. Yesterday, Master Edward had received a page from Gideon telling him that he should decorate his tavern because Gideon wanted to surprise Elara during their lunch at the tavern. So, Edward was heading to his tavern to see the pr

After Lady Philippa exchanged pleasantries with the man, Arthur led them into the tavern and to the third floor with Lady Cecilia’s face still set in a sharp frown. With her rolling her eyes at whatever Arthur and Lady Philippa were saying.This tavern used to be the 'Golden Flask' tavern, but Arthur had already given it a silent mental rebranding. And today was the inaugural opening ceremony. When they reached their chamber, the door shut closed with a solid thud as they all took their seats around a small, sturdy table. The room was simple, whitewashed walls, a single window overlooking the street, and a discreet, professional air.Lady Philippa and Lady Cecilia brought out their ledgers, a thick books bound in plain leather and began their report while Arthur simply listened, his fingers steepled under his chin.Lady Philippa, was the first to speak and the keeper of the, started. "All seats, Arthur, every single one, have been paid for the inaugural open ceremony. By my calcula

Hearing Arthur’s words, Lord Gideon of House Sterling face turned in a sneer that spread across his face."The Master of the Red Boar Tavern? You, Arthur? Stop this jape! I am not that stupid. I hear the rumours around. The old Master of this tavern sold it for the the blood Price of Twenty thousand gold coins. You are nothing but a wretched commoner, a wandering sword for hire, living on boiled roots and boastful tales. Do you truly expect me to believe you could afford to buy this tavern?"Elara stood frozen on the second floor, her brows furrowed in disbelief.. She was not a fan of whatever Lord Gideon was trying to do up stage. With a very low frustrated hiss, she strode downstairs and headed straight to the front downstairs. Beside Arthur was Lady Philippa and Lady Cecilia. They just came downstairs. Lady Philippa had a shock warring look on.Lady Cecilia rolled her eyes as she she wrapped her hands around her.He does not believe it again, does he? Arthur let a very low gr

The rough sheet of the bedspread scratched against her bare stomach as she arched her back, as a moan left her lips but the creaking of the old bed overshadowed the moan side. Godric’s large rough hands gripped her hips, pushing her to him as he thrust into her. The only light in the room came from the full moon that streamed through the framed by the room’s single small window, and it spilled across the smooth curve of her back, showing her back skin to be in form of shades of pearl and shadow. Her own fingers twisted into the thin blanket, knuckles white, as each of his thrusts sent a deep, satisfying pleasure through her entire body. Godric slowed, his breath was like a hot gust against her shoulder, and with a forced that made her gasp, he turned her onto her back. She lay there, her head resting on the pale pillow, with all her warm brown hair spilled out around her. He held her gaze for a second, his expression was soft as the moonlight that passed through the window made

Arthur and Lady Philippa passed the Guild office building and crossed the threshold into a small, private room.Inside the room was a scrawny nervous man with two guards.Arthur motioned to his men-at-arms. “Leave us. Guard the outer door. If he shouts, do nothing.”The guards nodded. The door shut closed, leaving only Arthur, Lady Philippa, and the man.Arthur stared at the man with a cold stare. “Master Edward paid you to set that fire, did he not?”The scrawny man immediately played with the edge of his tunic as he folded them. His eyes were shifted to the floor tiles not daring to look at Arthur. He swallowed as he denied it. “Master Edward? Never heard the name. I am but a scrivener from the south.”Arthur scoffed! A scrivener indeed. There was no way the man could easily accept that Master Edward send him but definitely, he must have a page or perhaps a cipher scroll from Edward. Luckily, the guards caught him before he could leave the tavern, which means he has the page or