Rhys had little to lose. At this point, he told himself, his marriage with Madeline could only improve.
Unless, of course, it ended.
Rhys was not quite prepared to face that prospect, not without fighting for the lady’s favor. In his view, he had the duration of this journey to win her heart, and he had no intent of losing a moment granted to him.
How could he have forgotten the differences in consanguinity laws between the Welsh church and the Roman one? How could he have erred so soundly? How could he have wed Madeline within a chapel that answered to Canterbury and never seen the flaw in his choice?
He was losing his wits in the presence of this woman.
And worse, he did not want to be without her, at any price.
Rhys fetched two bowls of the stew the sailors had made with salted co
