I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU
Had he been invited? Absolutely not.
Did that keep him from slowly following them to the Dale? Absolutely not.
Killdare had feigned sleep when they left, had waited until they were a good ways ahead, then he had brought up the rear. A slow…lagging caboose. Afterall, he was Joscelin’s captive, and he wouldn’t want her to forget.
She would miss him.
Besides that he had never been to the Dale. He did not accompany the Chamber’s diplomats, not unless he was asked. He wasn’t good with words, so he usually just stood there. Now would be no different. He took note from Lagertha, and scoffed at himself for doing so. They had slowed, he should slow as well, and so he does.
It’s not really what he expected, this ‘Dale’. Hadn’t he heard somewhere there was an angel king here? Maybe not, he could be mistaken, now that he thinks about it he hadn’t listened to that conversation very well. So, there he stood, watching the girls. Watching them watch yet another girl (women, women everywhere!). She was rather round, heavy with foal no doubt, and the thought pulled at his chest. He missed his children, he missed his mate.