Wildest Dreams (Fantasyland #1)(113)
By the way, Kell, like all of Frey’s closest men, knew who I was and where I’d come from.
“Thanks for summing that up, Kell,” I said softly and his eyes narrowed.
Then he stated, “I ain’t here to sum it up, princess, I’m here ‘cause I’m plum outta ideas and wondered if you got some. The king’s men cannot board this ship.”
“Why?” I asked and he gave me a look I couldn’t quite decipher because I didn’t know Kell all that well but I had a feeling there was something on the ship the king’s men couldn’t see.
Shit!
Thinking fast, I suggested, “Can you send a message that I’m indisposed, um… not well and ask the king to wait until tomorrow when I’ll hopefully feel better? That way we’ll have time to make up a story and form a plan.”
He crossed his arms on his chest and his irritated impatient look got more irritated and impatient.
“Tried that. They told us to send a boat ashore anyway as the king’s concerned about his niece and wants to send his men across to board in order to ascertain she’s all right.”
I blinked then asked, “How long have they been out there?”
“Over an hour.”
I blinked again and asked, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
He uncrossed his arms and planted his fists on his h*ps and asked back, “And why would I do that?”
I put my hands to my h*ps too and shot back, “Oh, I don’t know, Kell. Probably so I’d have more time to consider this dilemma and maybe come up with an answer rather than receiving the news there was a dilemma at the last possible moment so my only choice is to freak out and make a rushed decision about what the heck we’re going to do. Jeez, two heads are better than one,” I ended on an annoyed snap.
“Not when one ‘a those heads belongs to a woman,” Kell fired back.
Oh no he did not.
I glared at him.
Then I ordered, “Prepare a boat and pick men you trust to accompany me but the party must include Gunner and Stephan.”
It was his turn to blink. Then he breathed out a, “What?” that clearly stated he thought I was insane.
“Prepare a boat and pick men you trust to accompany me,” I repeated.
“Woman –” Kell started but I interrupted him.
“Kell, we have a demand from a king. We’re in his waters and my husband is in his country doing something he will probably not like. Frey is not set to return for days.” I leaned forward and reminded him, “We need to buy time and the only one who can do that is me.”
“Princess, that man has known the other you since she was a baby and you have never seen him in your life,” he reminded me back.
I threw out a hand and declared, “I’ll wing it.”
His brows shot together again and he grunted, “Wing it?”
“Make it up as I go along, wing it. Now send a message that I’m rousing myself for the journey, prepare a boat and select men you trust to accompany me.”
He didn’t move. He scowled.
Then he announced, “Drakkar is not gonna like this, woman.”
I didn’t figure he would. Then again, I figured he’d come to understand I had no choice.
With any luck.
“I’ll deal with that later.”
“Hopefully it won’t be much later, say, he already knows what’s happenin’, he’s makin’ his play and that play is abducting you, incarceratin’ your rounded arse in one ‘a his castles and sendin’ word to your father that he ain’t real happy his niece and nephew-in-law are runnin’ amok in his kingdom. Somethin’, by the by, your papa don’t know balls about.”
Hmm.
“We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it,” I decided.
Kell scowled at me some more but still didn’t move.
“Kell, time is wasting,” I reminded him.
He ignored me and continued to scowl at me. Then something shifted on his face, the scowl was still there, just not as severe and something had lit in his eyes.
I didn’t have time to decipher it. I had no time at all and I needed to get changed before all this went down. I wasn’t wearing breeches to this meeting. I was meeting my uncle, king to princess, and I needed an outfit that would remind him of that.
So I prompted, somewhat loudly, “Kell!”
That was when he muttered, “He said you had the spirit.”
“What?” I asked impatiently and Kell’s unfocused eyes focused on me.
“Nothin’,” he grunted. “I’ll send the message, prepare the boat and gather the men.” He lifted a finger and jabbed it at me. “But, woman, I’m gonna be one ‘a those men. You stay close to me, you pay attention to me and you learn real quick to read me. We got no choice, you and me, but to get through this bloody mess together. Don’t go goin’ princess on me and don’t go goin’ cockamamie on me. Yeah?”
My shoulders straightened in umbrage and I declared, “I’m never cockamamie.”
“Woman, you transported yourself to a whole ‘nother world not knowin’ where your arse would land or what it would land in. Most women got at least some cockamamie in ‘em but you are head-to-toe cockamamie,” he returned.