"I expect to resolve matters with Owain by year's end…"
Ashlynn's words hung in the air like a headsman's ax, ready to fall on the neck of the condemned. The statement was so shocking that for a moment, none of the noblemen at the dinner table knew how to respond to it.
The horned servants, however, went about their business as if everything was ordinary, placing artistically plated dishes before Ashlynn and each of the young lords.
"For your next course, Master Georg has prepared a taste of the hunt," one of the horned servants said as he gestured to the dishes on the table. "Roasted quail stuffed with berries, herbs, walnuts and goat cheese," he said, gesturing to a deboned quail that had been pressed flat before being slathered with the sweet, savory, crunchy and creamy filling and then rolled tight like a cigar to be roasted.
