Sigrid took Roland's hand and sat beside him, waiting in silence for signs of revival from him. How could she continue when he was not saying a word? When the conversation had started off, she had been feeling a knot in her stomach and now it had loosened.
She was sure that telling him was the right decision. At the end of the day, his bastard brother was mostly his business and not hers. Whyever had she kept that secret?
Was she so obsessed with secrets that she wanted to keep even the smallest ones close to her chest? Sigrid thought it would be along wait but it was not. He came to life two minutes later.
Roland cleared his throat and picked up a thermos flask that he was certain contained hot peppermint, honey and ginger tea. The cup had not been sealed properly so he could smell the contents.
"Do you want some cake?" Sigrid asked him.
