Suspicions~
Glyneth o’Tegwen
Twelvestones
Glyneth strained to hear more, but a passing band of singers on the promenade made it a futile attempt. She gave up eavesdropping on them as an opportunity lost, but she had heard enough of the exchange to pique her curiosity.
Brynmohr’s darling led a charmed life. Madelyn had always been a court favorite, surrounded by friends and supporters adamant about recognizing her as a Daughter of the Firstborn. Brynmohr’s protection of her was formidable. And regardless of what Glyneth thought of his worthiness to wear his brother’s crown, Brynmohr was not a nene to be crossed.
Madelyn had flowered early, of course. That alone should have awakened all Twelvestones to the truth. Jenna’s precious daughter was merely a woman, after all. Instead, Madelyn
