THIRTY-SIX
Everything was wonderful...and then it wasn't, as Reidar dropped her on the ground like a sack of apples and rode off with his cousin to war, without even saying farewell. Not that she would have heard it if he had, for there was another word that burned in her brain with a ferocity she wasn't sure how to tame: queen.
As in: "Take her to the queen."
Wasn't she supposed to be his queen? His betrothed, his bride, the woman he would marry?
But if he already had a queen...it would explain why he hadn't even suggested sharing her bed. Why he hadn't mentioned marriage or their betrothal in the forest.
And why someone had seen the ships from the top of the tower – someone else already lived there.
Reidar's servant bade her to follow him and she did, but she paid little attentio
