Page 50 of Obeying the Orc
“When I went to visit Angus at his claim…” Her voice trailed off and her lip quivered. “I caught him. Again. The miners in his employ have two females living with them.”
“Mrs. Foxthorne, of course I forgive you.” I put an arm around the old woman and guided her through the crowd and into the temple. I could only imagine what she had walked in on when she showed up to surprise her husband. “You needn’t say anything else. Just come sit with me.”
Mrs. Foxthorne smiled through her tears. “Thank you, Natalee. I would like that very much.”
Once everyone was seated, Knot moved to the front of the temple. You could have heard a pin drop, it was that quiet. He was visibly nervous, and when he caught my eye, I smiled at him encouragingly.I believe in you. You are called to do this.
He stood taller and seemed more confident in the next moment, and I breathed a sigh of relief, though I wished I could take all his jitters away. It had been over two years since he’d led a ceremony, and I couldn’t fault him for his nerves.
“Ladies and gentlemales of Faircross, I want to thank you for joining me today for what I hope is the first of many Saturday services. This temple will be a place where everyone is welcome…”
Mrs. Foxthorne put a hand on my shoulder and whispered, “I suppose this means you’ll be moving into the rectory and staying in town.”
“I suppose so,” I whispered with a smile. “I suppose so.”
I gazed at my handsome orc husband, admiring how perfectly suited he was to orating as he continued the service. When his eyes caught mine, a moment of understanding passed between us. We not only belonged together as husband and wife, but we both belonged in Faircross.
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