Astrid jumped to her feet. She scooped up her wife and deposited her in the bed, then grabbed her shirt and boots and was out the door with her twin brother.
"The bed isn't good enough for you," Arthur said with a leer.
"Rohan?" Astrid asked sternly. Her brother's smile vanished.
"A prisoner escaped from a barbarian raid to the east. It may be Rohan."
Astrid didn't want to hope, but she prayed. "We ride now," she ordered, though knew it was her father's choice.
"Father agrees."
Astrid almost cried with relief, though her relief was quickly replaced with the anticipation of who would lead the troop of warriors.
Arthur settled it for her. "Father wants you to take charge of this mission."
Astrid halted, looked at her brother and knew. "You convinced him to give me this, didn't you
