Enchanted
Enchanted
“The truth was that she hadn’t been able to bear listening any longer to Geoffrey’s insinuations strip away Simon’s pride and her honor in front of the assembled knights of the keep.
Rather grimly Ariane wondered if Simon still thought that marriage was no worse than the sultan’s hell Dominic had once endured.
The food grew cold on the supper tray Blanche had brought to Ariane’s room, as Ariane simply sat and stared at nothing at all. Footsteps came and went in the hallway leading to the bath, but she took no notice.
Even the harp was no consolation. Ariane was finding that it was harder to abide Simon’s pain and humiliation than it had been to endure her own. She hadn’t caused her agony. But she was causing Simon’s.
A knocking on the closed door dragged Ariane’s attention from her own bleak thoughts.
“Yes?” she said.
“’Tis Blanche.”
“Enter,” Ariane said without enthusiasm.
The door opened. A quick look around the room told Blanche that nothing had changed since she left.
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