Page 26 of A Winter Romance
Sero’s jaw clenched.
“It’s different for you. When I was seven, I told my parents I wanted to be a lamplighter. At the time, I didn’t know what they did. But I’d see them walking along in their uniforms. They’d always be laughing and smiling with each other.” He gave a weak smile. “My mother didn’t talk to me for a week. My father asked me why I wanted to bring such shame on the family.”
Aryn wrung his hands. He looked miserable. A little of Sero’s anger melted.
“But I like it here,” Aryn said. “I like your family and your village. And spending time with you. I like helping you bake. I see why you are so happy here.” He took a breath. “It’s nice to have a break from my life in Bordertown. Even though it can’t last forever… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you.”
It was on the tip of Sero’s tongue to ask Aryn if it had to end. To ask him why didn’t he stay here if he was so unhappy in Bordertown. He could leave his horrible family and their business, and he could live in this village with Sero. But that was ridiculous. Once again, Sero was developing feelings for someone too quickly.
Even if Aryn was unhappy there, it didn’t mean he belonged here. No. Better to enjoy this time with Aryn and then watch him go.
“It’s fine. I understand.” And he did. He understood that Aryn was miserable in Bordertown, that his family were horrible. Still, that was his home.
Sero sighed. “I think I overworked the dough.”
A look of horror crossed Aryn’s face. “I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault,” Sero said. “It’s mine. I was the one who overworked it.” He smiled at Aryn. “You want to help me start again?”
Aryn smiled. Sero tried to stop the happiness that filled him at the sight, reminding himself that this would all be over soon.
ChapterEighteen
“She just wandered over?” Aryn stared at the horse in amazement. It no longer carried his bags or saddle, but it was alive and well. After watching it disappear into the trees, he’d assumed the horse would be wild and living free in the mountains.
“Yep, Cara—that’s my wife,” Leisbeth said to Aryn, “was out riding Cinnamon in the forest and this sweetie here just wandered over and said hello. She was very friendly, so Cara brought her back to our stables.”
“Well, I’m glad you found it,” Aryn said.
“Her.”
“Sorry, what?”
“It’s a her,” Leisbeth said.
“Oh. Oh yes. Of course.”
“What’s her name?” Sero said, stroking the horse’s main.
“Umm…”
“You don’t know her name?” Sero laughed, dimples appearing.
“Well, it isn’t a person. Why does it need a name?”
Aryn’s laughter increased, and Sero shook his head.
He turned to Leisbeth. “Is it all right if she stays here with you a while? We can pay, of course.”
“It’s all right, Sero.” Leisbeth patted the horse’s neck. “Just put aside some of your moon cakes for us. Cara and I will appreciate that.”
“Thanks, Leisbeth, and will do.” Sero gave one more pat to the horse before they left the stables.
Today, Sero wore his silver hair in a long plait. He said it was easier when he baked, as it kept his hair out of the way.
They left the stable and walked through the village. Aryn spotted Odara playing with her grandchildren in the snow. Aryn was sure she had oread heritage. Her silver hair hung loosely around her shoulders, and she wore no coat or jacket over her flowing dress. Aryn didn’t know how many grandchildren she had, but it felt like every time he saw her, she was surrounded by different children.
“How are you today, Odara?” Sero asked.
