As brothers went Edgar wasn’t so bad, but right now Gwytha wanted to strangle him with his own hair. She would have left the room but the craftsman who was making the King’s chess set was sculpting her likeness, so she had to sit still and endure the pontification.
She waited for Edgar’s turn to experience the boredom of sitting still. It never came – the thane being far too busy. While the sculptor worked from memory, she plotted.
“Craftsman,” she said sweetly, “Have you forgotten my brother’s overlarge teeth?”
“No ma’am, I shall be sure to include them.”
Gwytha smiled.
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