Telling her it was just a bonfire didn’t help. It was special and she worked herself up into a bundle of nerves about it. I didn’t help matters. I... was no big deal — throw a match at a bunch of dry wood and let it burn. But she agonised. She watched the weather and made sure she knew which way the wind was likely to blow so she could start it on the sheltered side. She checked her matches and the kerosene tins, and made sure she had a decent torch, hours before the sunset. Finally, the sun went. I eventually sent her a text message and hoped that she would check her phone before leaving the bedroom. It was about 7.45 when I finally made it to the Cocktail Bar scanning the room for my wife. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was transformed from the mother of two screaming daughters that I had kissed goodbye on the Tuesday morning into a gorgeous Vamp; her curvaceous body poured into a very slinky black dress with a split up the side that showed just the merest hint of stocking top and a. There, misery and sorrow threw away any sense of fear she had left. She soaked his ragged tunic with her tears. Eanfled knew Oswyn was harmless. Despite the language problem, soon she comprehended his heartfelt stories, that he was forced to survive the cruel life in the secluded area alone after the passing of his wife Dísa. He had to serve Baron Sighere who bound the rest of his family into life long slavery at the keep. The baron spared him the hard labour but made him run certain evil. Behind us the black vehicles stopped and the royal guards rushed out and after us. We walked through the doors and I looked for some sign of where to go.I caught a boy in a rich costume, “where is the nobles council hall?”He shifted as I let him go, “the main hall.”When I kept looking at him he turned, “see the large doors with the two guards?”I nodded as I looked, “thank you.”He laughed, “they want to confirm the prince’s bastard!”I growled but Tara rubbed my arm and we started for the doors..