Brom chuckled deeply as he watched, sipping from his goblet and letting his eyes move slowly over Felicity, then lifting to seek over the knights and men at arms to find one face among them that was not laughing and leering at the display Niaobe was making of the new girl.<br/><br/>The twins just shifted to watch, commenting softly.  "Poor thing..."  "But that is a finer wine than anything her peasant tongue has lapped up before..."  "Indeed, see how eager she is for the taste of it now..."  "Perhaps we should be careful she doesn't make a habit of spills..."<br/><br/>Down the side table, a low growl came from the one man not watching with hunger and amusement.  Owen had expected his suddenly invitation to join the feasting was just to bear witness to the misuse of his love, and he fixed Brom's eyes across the space between them with a hard and hateful glare, trying not to watch Felicity's punishment and not to see the proof of the baron's abuse of her backside the night before still so darkly visible upon her pale skin.<br/><br/>