When had she come to love her lord husband?
Alienor did not know the moment, but the sight of him had removed any doubt that her heart was lost. And his kiss! It had fairly seared her soul and she had dared to hope that they were finally as one—but when she was reeling from her reaction, he was in sufficient possession of his wits to strike Jordan down. Had his kiss been only a possessive claim? Was she no better than his chattel—or was his relief about his son?
She could not evade his warning about Jordan’s motives, but dared not make overmuch of it. Was he concerned for her or for his child?
Ah, but his hesitation in taking the other knight’s armor, despite Jordan’s deception, could only remind her of Dagobert’s respect of justice. Just as he had not struck down an unarmed villain, he
