Chapter 20

A maid?

Elara Winterfell.

“Do you know those people?” Tanya asked as she eyed Rowan's bodyguards that sat not far from the counter where we stood.

The day was sunny, and we had an influx of customers today. The peach floors had been totally scrubbed to look shiny, as well as the few tables and chairs that the customers sat waiting for their orders. Rowan's bodyguards sat in one of them, staring straight at me, a fierce and hard expression on his face.

“Just a little.” I whispered back to Tanya.

“Well, what do they want? They are scaring me, plus other customers here…" She whispered back in...