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“Nona!” Celyn exclaimed, gripping her shoulders. “Clod I Dduw! Ond pam wyt ti yma.”
Thomas sat frozen on the bench as Celyn enveloped the young woman in a hug, lifting her bodily off the ground and spinning her around as she laughed.
Finally, Celyn released her and she glanced at the platform, and their eyes met. Her eyes were a clear green, almond-shaped, and they widened as she saw him. It was only because he was expecting it that Thomas saw the reaction before her gaze skipped back to the king.
“Forgive me for the interruption, my lord king,” she said with a smile, her voice a pleasant alto, holding the same Welsh lilt as Celyn’s. “I heard of my cousin’s arrival, and it has been so long since I have seen him.”
“Of course; it is no matter. I would not begrudge my Lord Celyn a reu
