Elizabeth tugged at Vivienne’s hand and led her toward the stairs. “I can do better than this noisy hall, to be sure. The castellan’s wife likes me, because Darg has taken a fancy to her and she likes to hear Darg’s verses. I could be Lady of Ravensmuir with such influence!”
“I thought that position was yet held for Aunt Rosamunde.”
Elizabeth shook her head vehemently at that, then glanced back at their uncle in dismay. “Do not so much as utter her name,” she counseled in a whisper. “Uncle Tynan becomes most angry at the very mention of her.”
“Why? He was the one who sent her away,” Vivienne was disinclined to grant understanding to her brother and uncle in this moment. “I heard the cruel things he said to her and I do not blame her for leaving.”
Elizabeth winced. “I think he loves her
