TWENTY-EIGHT
It was several days' ride to the nearest section of Wall, but Rosamond did not complain once. She still appeared pale, but she had regained so much of her strength since their first ride together that she seemed like a different woman to the frail creature Siward had carried to his home only weeks before.
Knowing she was perhaps a princess did not change his opinion of her at all. If anything, it made him want her more. If he had to be king, though blood and birth had ill prepared him for such a role, better that he ascend the throne with her at his side. Her father had often said how he'd raised his daughter to rule, or he would never have sent her as an ambassador at such a young age.
If she'd been raised so differently to other girls, no wonder she held his interest so
