CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Erec woke at dawn in the unfamiliar bed and sat upright, trying to get his bearings. He remembered: he was in the tavern. Alistair.
He jumped up and dressed himself within moments, preparing. He had been up most of the night, barely sleeping, the blood pumping in his veins with thoughts of Alistair. He could not get her face from his mind, and he could barely stand the thought that she was sleeping just down the hall, under the same roof. He also could not rest knowing she had not yet agreed to accept his proposal.
As he put on his chain mail while watching the first light breaking through the crooked window, he knew that today was the day. The day his new life would begin, the first day of one hundred days of tournaments to win his bride. Now he had a reason to win. If
