Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé
Fenwick said it to his sister directly, both of them sitting close together on the holding's small porch, the whole family gathered in careful, hopeful silence around them.
The late afternoon sun was dipping behind the jagged pine ridges of Reaveswood, throwing long, amber shadows across the packed dirt yard. Fenwick was wrapped in a dry, clean quilt from his own bed, a warm mug of herb tea cradled between his scraped hands, the steam rising softly into the crisp mountain air. Beside him sat his younger sister, Wrenna—who shared no relation to Ashgrove's own Wren, but possessed that same stubborn, unvarnished honesty—studying her brother with the particular seriousness only a frightened youn