The Courting of Bryn Ch 11
„So, what do you think? Does this look like it comes from my little brother?"
Doubar handed Bryn the note he had just written, copying Sinbad's hand writing as well as he could.
He and the brunette sorceress had met in her cabin as soon as the first mate's shift had ended and now they were trying hard to put the plan they had come up with earlier into action.
Bryn took the little piece of paper from his hands, held it a little higher and pinched her nose.
"Meet me at the prow at sundown. There's something I need to tell you. Sinbad", she read out loud, mulling over the words while she spoke them.
"Short, unemotional", she then summed up; "with no trace whatsoever of a confession of love. It's perfect! She won't suspect a thing!"
Her velvet eyes sparkled mischievously at her partner in crime when next she picked up the note she herself had been working on.
"Now you. What do you say about Maeve's part?"
Unconsciously the brunette bit her lip while Doubar scanned the parchment.
"Dear Sinbad", he started, giving her the pleasure of hearing him read the lines, "Watching Doubar and Bryn take their chance at happiness made me realize a few things. Please meet me at the prow when the sun sets. Maeve."
He let those lines sink in for a moment, contemplating if the Celt would be this obvious in such a note and almost he would have doubted it when suddenly he understood what Bryn had had in mind while writing this.
"You want him to think she's finally made up her mind!", he exclaimed baffled by how wicked the young one could be, "He's gonna be all smug and full of himself. Oh, this is evil, little one. Truly evil." The first mate had lowered his voice as he spoke but it was obvious he was full of admiration for her.
"Of course", he then continued, tapping the letter with his index, "there's chance she's going to fry him before we can make our move. And that's only if he buys it."
Bryn shrugged, having considered this turn of events herself.
"I know. It might not work out and it might be they kill each other but kill or kiss… it will be quite a show in either case."
At this Doubar's mouth twitched slightly before a grin settled on it. He didn't think that the Lass and his brother would ever truly hurt the other, no matter how close they seemed to be to throttling each other at times, and so he deemed it safe to just go with the flow and add a little spice to the game they were going to play with them.
"Alright then", he finally said, arching his back after having sat with his nose almost on the table while trying to write a note that would convince Maeve. "So you'll place my brother's note in the Lass' cabin and I'll make sure that Sinbad receives hers."
"And then we meet on deck at sundown", she finished for him. But before she went to do her part she turned to him once more, seeking his attention.
"Oh, and don't forget to make sure that Firouz is around. If everything goes according to plan the whole ship will know in no time."
Again there was this glimmer in her eyes and Doubar could not help but shake his head a little at it.
"I didn't know you could be this wicked", he muttered but smiled all the same. "If the two of them do ever find out we'll be in for a majour kind of trouble."
"Well, you said I was all worth it", she replied in a heartbeat, her whole face alit with mirth.
He just looked at her from where he stood and his suddenly tender expression had her heart melt instantly.
"Aye that you are; and you always will be."