“He is a good man, Lady Jenny,” Kelia informed Jenny for the hundredth time as she braided her hair.
“You’ve already said that,” Jenny replied, lifting a shaking hand to her flushed cheek.
“He loves his sons and his people,” Kelia added.
Jenny watched as Kelia began tucking dozens of tiny vibrant gold flowers in the braid. Kelia had been trying to reassure Jenny that Orion was a wonderful man ever since she guided her back to the guest bedroom in his living quarters. She dropped her hand to her lap and nervously fingered the silky, light-green dress that she was wearing.
The dress was magnificent. Small, jade-colored shell buttons embellished the top of the gown down to the waist, and flowers fashioned from thousands of tiny amber beads that blossomed on golden stems with matching leav
