Arnaud de Privas.
Quinn would never forget the name. He did have a vague recollection of his father hunting at Privas, but thought perhaps his father had not seen eye-to-eye with that holding’s lord. That would have diminished contact between the estates and even mention of Privas. It would scarce be surprising for the lord whose son was to wed the daughter of Annossy to have conflict with Jerome.
To his own dismay, Quinn was irked, yet again, in the presence of his wife. Oh, he had wanted to convince her to invite him, and he knew he could have done as much—but the flash of fear in her eyes had been his undoing. How could she both fear him and provoke him? And how could Tulley have ignored her betrothal? Now, Quinn was caught between the fat and the fire, all to suit Tulley’s dictate.
