As of last night, Leah knew she wasn"t going anywhere, except to the altar with Hugh Radcliffe.
But she didn"t feel like a radiant bride when Jane and her tiring women helped her on with her wedding raiment. She felt just as she had every day since she"d gotten here—like she was dressing for a medieval costume ball. As the maids arranged the satin and lace skirts about her, she wondered how Hugh felt; was he as jittery as she? If so, he did a superb job of hiding it… as he was hiding everything she"d read about him. Had he already committed some of those crimes she’d read about? Would he, could he, betray his beloved king someday? No. Not Hugh. He had too loyal a heart. She"d looked into his eyes, through to his soul, as he grieved over his losses. Pain was in the quiver of his voice and
