“Gledys grimaced at that ugly noise, but everything else was perfect. She was warm and cozy and with her knight. She opened her eyes to see bare rafters. Ah, the room where he lodged. But when she turned her head, she realized she was alone in the bed, alone in the room, alone in the house in the woods! She sat up, trying to see something else, but it was unquestionably the isolated hut. “No,” she moaned, covering her face with her hands. That had seemed so completely real. Every moment ...of it. She remembered every touch, every word. How could it have been a dream? It had been, though. She’d gone to sleep in this bed and woken in it. But, oh, it had been sweet, and now she knew her protector’s name. She breathed it aloud. “Michael de Loury.” Her knight, her protector, and she was his true-love bride. According to Sister Wenna, this mission was urgent, so surely the raven and the path would take her quickly to him.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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