Dinefwr, Llyswen, and Rhaeadr Gwy, AD 940
Owain sat in the rose garden alone, reflecting on how the early years at Dinefwr had been the happiest of his life. He counted his blessings as he watched the beekeeper remove a dripping honeycomb. The man wore gloves and had a veil draped over his head and shoulders. The prince wished that Angharad were next to him, but attentive midwives had confined her to her quarters, for she was about to bear him their first child. He felt ready for this life-changing event because he’d now experienced thirty-one summers while his wife had twenty-three to her name.
Later, a slice of freshly baked bread smeared with honey would be the ideal way to celebrate the new arrival. He would wash it down with their castle-produced mead. The honey and the mead were du
