Chapter Twenty
That’s not how she expected it to go. But Morgan had never truly expected to be proposed to, let alone to accept said proposal. She’d definitely never imagined the intended groom to run away from her immediately after her response. A groom hightailing it a few days before the wedding? Maybe.
Arthur raced away from her now. Even though he was still injured, his powerful legs ate up the ground. He gained on the hart as the stag raced into the woods.
“I said yes,” Morgan yelled after him.
He didn’t turn back. His large body disappeared into the dark forest. The only sign of him was the glint of his sword that caught in the moonlight.
“Typical,” Morgan muttered.
She picked her way over the earth. It was thawing as spring inched its way into the season. Her heels sunk again
