The Faery Bride (The Celtic Legends Series Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
Their swords scraped along the stone walls of the narrow hall, their chain–mail hauberks rang, the pine torches crackled and snapped.Elyned waited for him in the room at the end of the hall. This woman had been promised to him seven years ago, when she was still a girl in the first bloom of womanhood and he a young man rising in Llywelyn’s court. Since then her father had dared to deny her to him on the grounds that as a man diseased he was no longer fit to rule. But that same father now stood by the door at the end of the hall, his hands trembling as if they itched for the feel of a sword–hilt. Rhys tipped a golden goblet up to his betrayer, raining wine upon the heads of his men.An old Welsh proverb rang in his head.The best revenge, contempt.Nonetheless, he considered thanking the man. If this foster–father of his hadn’t betrayed him, Rhys would not have returned from the pilgrimage to claim what had been promised. Because Rhys had returned, he’d found his lands under siege by his black–hearted brothers, his position in Llywelyn’s court usurped, his world ripped asunder.
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