Previously, Asgrid's brother Harald scared the heck out of everyone by riding up out of the blue, with a bunch of his people. Harald came to help though, so we're good. In the extra posted after the snippet, we learned that Jorgen is not just some guy, but in fact is the King of Hilvard. Let's see what this week's snippet has in store...
“I am certain Asgrid Frodarsdottir knows that at times, sharing all of the truth can be a risk,” Jorgen said calmly, but with a look of annoyance at his brother. Turning his gaze back to the ladies of the village he continued. “Forgive the omission. It was not my intent to deceive anyone.”
Maja felt her head moving of its own volition and quickly changed the motion to a shrug. “It is not as if you lied at all. We never asked if you were a king.”
For the first time since coming to the village, Jorgen smiled. That expression transformed his face, from merely pleasant to distractingly handsome. The knowledge that her comment had been the cause of his amusement made Maja feel absurdly pleased with herself.
That's ten sentences, if I counted correctly. There is more below for anyone who would like to read on, and a picture of Uncle Harald.
Thank you for stopping by, and I'll see you next weekend.
[Maja] felt an answering smile tugging at the corners of her mouth and decided it was time to find anywhere else to be, and anything to occupy her mind. Turning on her heel she lost her balance and was caught in strong arms. Hesitantly she looked up to find that the arms belonged to someone with warm, rich brown eyes. Jorgen. King Jorgen, she reminded herself. “My thanks to you. I–I am well now.”
“Are you certain?” Jorgen searched her face.
Not trusting herself to speak, Maja merely nodded, and wrenched her gaze from his. He stepped back a pace and she set off toward her aunt’s house. Birgit hurried after her.
“Maja?” Birgit asked, a look of worry on her face.
Maja forced a smile. “I am well, cousin. Truly.”
The younger girl looked skeptical, but said no more.