Her Rogue Knight
“She pulled the hood of her cloak over her head and secured her bow and arrows along with two apples inside Morning Glory’s saddlebag. She then mounted and trotted off into the woods in the direction the men had gone earlier that day.The night was cool as it usually was this time of year, and she was grateful for it. The light of the stars guided her through the dense wood, but she worried that it would become thicker and much darker soon.Sir William had said they had headed west, so she went in that direction, guided by her own senses for the moment. She had borrowed the last of her father’s coins—well, borrowed without his knowledge or permission. She slid her hand into her pocket and touched them, feeling a pang of guilt before turning to the path ahead of her. Alys’ life was more important than any amount of money and any material thing.Sir William had said they had six days and that the ceremony would be held on the night of the Beltane fires. What ceremony he spoke of, she had no idea.
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