“Twenty years,” Gwyn said at his side. In another woman, it might have sounded like nostalgia. In his wife, Khallum instead heard the dripping ache of acceptance.
Twenty years since they’d all been forced into marriage bed with spouses of the king’s choosing. Twenty years since all six of them were in one place, under one roof. Since they’d still counted their parents and grandparents among the living.
Khallum had seen Byrne, of course, and Gwyn had visited her brother. This was different.
If Holden made one wise choice, it was excluding Aiden Quinlanden from their convocation. No honest talk would happen with that bootlicker present, and Khallum cringed at the name Quinlanden nearly as much as he did Rhiagain. His sister Yesenia was wed to the cretin’s brother, Corin, but Corin was cut
