Missy Jane - Born of Stone

This book is dedicated to every fan of fantasy and the many genres of romance, as well as the many wonderful authors of these genres. Building worlds is one of the main reasons I write. Thank you for stepping into one of my worlds for a little while.

Astrid trembled in fear as she approached the large stone table. Around its massive frame sat nine of the twelve brothers, so deep in conversation they took no notice of her. She silently stepped up to the head of the table and filled Master Kephass flask with red wine. He continued speaking as if she didnt exist, waving his arms in emphasis. One meaty paw neared and she ducked, crouching low while continuing around the table. They spoke mostly in their odd language with an English word thrown in here and there. Astrid didnt try to decipher any of it. She simply wanted to fill their flasks and escape again, unnoticed and unharmed.

So far, shed remained remarkably untouched since being dragged into the castle. Whispered tales of other peasants being taken in for service only to never emerge again filled her nightmares. But shed been ignored overall. The other humans working in the kitchen kept to themselves, and Astrid had long ago learned not to ask questions. She simply did what Simon bade quickly and quietly.

As if conjured from her thoughts, Simon appeared in the doorway and motioned to her. He wasnt a big man, but tall and wiry. He reminded Astrid of a snake with the face of a rat. Hed been cruel since her first day and hadnt improved one bit since. She rushed over, careful not to spill a single drop of wine.

Whats taking so long? Stupid girl. Hurry up and put down the wine. Its time to serve the soup.

She hurried into the kitchen and set the flask of wine on a counter before turning to grab a tray laden with large porcelain bowls.

He watched her every move. Spill a single one and Ill have you whipped.

Astrid nodded quickly and heaved the tray onto her shoulder. Though being whipped by a human hand was painful, she was much more concerned with the wrath of the Masters should she spill their first course. Shed dealt with whippings her whole life and had a mess of scars on her back to prove it. What shed never felt the brunt ofand wouldnt if she could help itwas a Masters anger. Shed seen Master Petros angry one time and still had nightmares over it. Hed tossed the stone dining table into a wall and it had shattered on impact. His roars had echoed throughout the castle while the humans ran, screaming in fear. Shed huddled beneath the countertop where she sleptwhere she spent most of her time. It had taken all eleven of his brothers to calm Master Petros down.

She shook away the fear that memory brought and stepped back into the dining room. The men were laughing now at some tale or joke from Master Dunstan. Most of them leaned back in their wooden chairs, relaxed and far enough from the table for her to set out their bowls. As before, not a single one spared her a glance, but they each dipped into the soup soon after she placed it. The moment the last bowl was settled, Astrid all but ran back into the kitchen. The other workers werent friendly to heror even nicebut they were human. Being in their company was better than quaking in fear of anything the Masters might say or do.

The first time shed spied one of the protectors of the realm, Astrid had thought him the most glorious man shed ever seen. She still acknowledged the brothers were handsome and well built. But now she knew they werent human and could easily crush her like a bug. It was a sobering thoughtknowing she was little more than a gnat in their eyes. They might spend their days keeping the evil at bay, well away from the living stone wall that surrounded the Kingdom of Halstrid. However, fighting such vile creatures had turned them into creatures themselves. They were gargoyles, flesh and blood when they wished, or stone when in battle. They commanded inhuman strength with the senses of the best hunter. Mere humans were powerless against them.

Wine!

Astrid startled at the call from the deep voice she now recognized as belonging to Haldor. He certainly liked his drink and hated waiting for it. She grabbed the wine and rushed to refill his flask.

Orestes noticed the human woman rush back into the room with the cask of wine held before her like a weapon. Hed seen her a lot over the past two days, serving at their table in silence. She hurried to Haldor, who had most likely already forgotten his summons during his ripping into Kephas over their latest bet.

Just because you are the oldest doesnt make you the smartest, Kephas.

All but the brother in question laughed at that observation. Kephas sat back with his arms crossed over his massive chest and raised a bushy black brow at Haldor. It was a joke among them to refer to him as the oldest since he was the first created.

And I suppose you think you are, Haldor?

The laughter died and all eyes turned to Haldor for his answer.

Perhaps. I did win the bet. One you set the terms for, if I remember correctly.

Orestes wasnt the only one to roll his eyes. All of them clearly remembered Kephas painstakingly deciding on the terms of the bet. Orestes turned to catch his oldest brothers response and once again took note of the woman. She had already filled Haldors flask and was trying to peek into the others without getting within arms reach of the table. It was actually rather amusing to see the small woman going up onto the tips of her toes to accomplish her task. She wore the tattered dress of a peasant, dirt staining the hem over her bare feet. Orestes frowned at the sight and let his gaze roam over the rest of her.

Thick black curls framed her thin face, falling in tangled waves to her waist. It looked as if shed tried to tie them back, but the bit of string shed used only held about half of the mass. Her large brown eyes were underlined by dark rings of fatigue and her pink lips were chapped. Her dress hung on her thin frame as if she hadnt eaten well her entire life. Orestess frown deepened when he glanced down at his half-eaten soup. He was almost tempted to offer it to her but didnt want to embarrass her in front of his brothers. He knew too well how proud some idiot humans could be.

It bothered him that a member of their staff would be in such condition. Were the other humans in the same state? Shame burned in his gut when he realized hed never taken enough time to notice. There was no reason for her suffering. The guardians were well compensated by the monarchy for their protection of the realm. He knew for a fact funds were set aside for running the household staff. Surely they were paid as well. He glanced at his brother, Wynnston, who was in charge of dealing with the servants around the castle. He would have to question him on it after Kephas and Haldor settled their debate.

The woman moved around the table and out of his line of sight. His large brothers now sat in the way, but soon she would be at his elbow. A new and strange urge overtook Orestes and he wasnt certain what to do. For the first time ever, he desired to speak to a human. It certainly wasnt unheard of. A few of his brothers even bedded them on occasion. However, Orestes didnt usually deal with humans directly. There was the occasional ceremony he was forced to attend when they dedicated some statue or structure in his name. As a guardian, he was revered as a great protector and nearly worshipped in some villages. He didnt like the worship but he liked the awe-inspired wariness. The less he had to deal with humans the better. Usually. For some odd reason, this little mouse of a human woman intrigued him, and he wanted to figure out why.

Astrid stepped gingerly around the back of Gorans chair and peeked into Sakhrs flask. It too was still practically full. As shed expected, only Haldor and Dunstan had needed more wine. Shed heard of a drinking competition between the two of them that had lasted nine days. The servants still debated over who had won. With one flask to go, she leaned forward and rose up onto her toes to look into Orestess, but then it moved up and out of her sight. She gasped and stepped back quickly as he took a deep swallow before slowly lowering the drink from his handsome face. Her eyes on the flask, Astrid didnt notice him watching her until he spoke.