When a woman desired to ignore a man, matters proceed much more satisfactorily when the man is present to notice her slight.
Four days without even the prospect of glimpsing Burke was weighing heavily upon Alys. She sat in her chamber, determined to enjoy it for every possible moment before Aunt snatched it away, and found herself often staring out the window.
“You are missing your knight,” Edana declared with a sympathetic pat on Alys’s shoulder on Thursday afternoon. “And I cannot blame you...”
“Burke is not my knight!”
Edana slanted a glance toward Alys, no doubt noting the heat in her words. “’Tis not the way he tells the tale.”
“Burke is mistaken.”
“He does not strike me as a man who is oft mistaken. And truly, Kerwyn says he talks of naught but you...”
“Kerwyn?” Alys asked, gr
