Chapter Five
The sun rose up into a new sky calling the hunters into the wood. With the bright disk burning up the last of the snow, time was of the essence. Arthur had no plans to sit and wait this time. The sooner he had that hart’s crown, the sooner things could return to normal.
And by normal, he meant everything would change. He would be married by this time next year, likely with a Bambi of his own on the way. Though the hart’s tracks were clear in the melting snow, Arthur’s steps slowed.
He would have no interruptions in his pursuit today. He'd left the women in the castle with activities to do under Gwin's supervision. Now that the word was out that he was also on the hunt for a bride, witches were coming out of the woodwork. More squeeing had ensued. Arthur doubted the exciteme
