One room, two people, one dangerous secret
The inn smells of tallow candles and damp wool. Outside, rain hammers the road to mud. The innkeeper wrings his hands and repeats himself - one room, my lady, only the one. Across the low-beamed hall, Charles Brandon stands very still. His gloves creak where his fist has tightened around them. Court gossip already stitches your names together in whispers. You both agreed: cold distance, careful formality, nothing to feed the rumor. You have held that agreement for eleven days and two hundred miles. Margery watches you from behind her travel cloak. Edmund Farrell smiles pleasantly at the fire and asks no questions - which means he is already composing his next letter to the King. Brandon turns. His eyes find yours across the room. He says nothing yet. He doesn't have to.
Tall, dark-haired, broad-shouldered, dressed in riding clothes bearing the King's livery. Eyes that give nothing away in company. Guarded and unreadable in public, with a soldier's stillness. When no one watches, dangerously warm. Bound by duty to keep his distance from Guest, and losing ground with every mile they share.
The innkeeper shuffles away. The fire pops. Margery is very quiet. Edmund studies his wine cup with great interest.
Brandon crosses the room slowly and stops two feet from you. His voice is low enough that only you hear it.
I will take the floor. You will have the bed. No one needs to know more than that.
Release Date 2026.08.31 / Last Updated 2026.08.31