Chapter Seven
Arthur looked up to see Morgan and Gwin in the doorway of the castle. His attention immediately went to Morgan. And held.
She was doing it again. Smiling. And again, it was genuine, filled with joy and not a hint of mischief. It was filled with pride, a bit of vulnerability, a hint of desire.
What was she up to?
"My Lord?"
Arthur turned back to Lady Constance. His gaze narrowed as he forced it to remain on her smile. It wasn’t a chore. Constance Bors had a pleasant smile. Nice plump lips, a tad on the thin side, but enough real estate for a man to have his pleasure. He’d never seen any mischief in her green eyes, only intelligence, compassion, and attentiveness.
“How are you finding the hunt?” asked Constance.
“More of a challenge than I expected,” said Arthur.
It was
