You will return to your room now.” Roen’s voice boomed through the murky stable. “Keep your voice down,” Lenora hissed. “You’ll disturb Silver and the colt.” She wagged her finger at Roen’s chest. “You don’t own me, Galliard. I do what I want in my own keep.” Catching sight of Tom, she instructed...
He’s sure to wake soon.” Cyrus cast a baleful gaze toward the snoring drunk sprawled across the straw pallet on the floor. “Besotted before the midday meal.” He shook his head in despair. “’Twould not be so in your father’s time.” “Almost done.” Gwendolyn dipped her quill into the inkwell and scr...