Angharad was carried back to her own chambers, her head a complete and total blur. It was the last thing that she had been expecting, and she hated herself for not predicting it.
It was the ultimate act of betrayal against Emrys. It was the one way that he could still hurt him, even whilst he was trapped in the Dark World. As soon as she was returned to her bed, Angharad cried harder than she could ever remember crying. Hot floods of tears ran down her cheeks and into her open palms.
It wasn’t fair. All of her life, she had been passed around like property. Her father had told her that she would one day be wed. It was Emrys that got all the glory. Angharad’s role was to sit pretty, until one day she was old enough to be handed to some Lord, to make an alliance that assisted Cwm.
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