“There was such a man pledged to wed me a decade ago,” Alys admitted with heat, then could have bitten her tongue for making the confession.
The Silver Wolf was clearly intrigued. “Indeed?”
“I will not tell you of it.”
He halted in the middle of the river, the water swirling around his boots. The squires had saddled the horses and the gathered company awaited them in the field before the camp, watching them. “I will wait,” he vowed softly and Alys knew he would.
Vexing man!
Alys admitted the remainder in a rush. “My father made a match for me when I was a child. I was betrothed to the son of a comrade. This man had three sons and the eldest was to inherit his father’s holding. The middle son was to gain something from his mother’s side but the youngest had no legacy. When it was clear
