Elizabeth toyed with her cup, seemingly indifferent to the tale Catriona had told. Catriona felt herself frown, for it was unlike the Elizabeth she had met not to respond with great favor to a tale of a man saving his one true love from peril.
“A fine tale finely told,” Rafael said with a smile, and Catriona nodded in acceptance of his compliment.
“I thank you.”
“You tell tales like Papa tells,” little Rhiannon declared from beside Catriona.
“Do I?”
“Aye, Papa tells us always of the Fae, though his Fae are Welsh like him.”
“And like you,” Rhys declared, scooping up his daughter from behind. He bowed to Catriona, the little girl on his hip. “I apologize for her interruption,” he said, nodding at Rafael. “Doubtless you have matters to discuss that are not for little ears.” Rhiannon sho
