Lancelot. Callie struggled to bear the greatest sorrow of all — that her love, and everything she had gone through to save Camelot, had all been for nothing.
‘You did your best,’ El tried to comfort her. ‘Matilda was the obvious guardian for Ana. You couldn’t have known how things would turn out.’
‘I should have paid more attention to Dad’s history programs.’
‘Even if you knew what was going to happen, you had no choice. And who better than a prospective queen?’
‘Unless you’d hidden her with a peasant family,’ Stephen suggested. ‘She might have been safer there.’
‘You heard Callie. The peasants suffered more than anyone,’ Hal objected.
Should she tell them? Might as well get it over with, Callie thought. She couldn’t feel any worse than she did already.
‘Actually, I did try to leave
