Llandeilo and Dinefwr, A.D. 935
Prince Owain strode into Llewelyn’s Hall and whereas he expected Angharad to come running, fling herself into his arms and smother him with kisses, she stubbornly kept her head down over her embroidery. He strolled over, pausing only to greet her mother, who bestowed on him a warm smile and glared at her daughter. The prince halted next to the chair of his beloved while his heart beat faster at being close to her. He stared at the crown of her rich wavy chestnut hair, but she refused to raise her head. My God, she’s sulking! What have I done to offend her?
My God, she’s sulking! What have I done to offend her?He asked the question and, at last, she looked up slowly and pulled aside the curtain of locks to reveal eyes brimming with tears.
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