Lord of Midnight
“Ale came around and Lord Renald served Claire and her grandmother before taking any for himself. Claire noted his excellent manners with relief. She didn’t need to feel guilty about foisting him off on her aunt. She really didn’t.
So, how soon could she make her escape from Summerbourne… ?
“Lady Claire,” he said, “do not seek to thwart the king’s plans.”
She stared at him. Could he read minds? “I’m still considering—”
“It is settled. When shall we be wed?”
Claire looked around, as if help might suddenly appear. Heavenly angels, perhaps? “My lord, my aunts must have the chance to meet you!”
“We have met.”
She laughed shakily. “In the rain. At a difficult time. They should—”
‘You are my bride, Lady Claire.“ Lady Agnes was the only one close enough to be following the conversation, and if anything, she was grinning.
Claire tried a smile. “That was not quite what we had in mind, my lord.”
“It was the arrangement made.”
Perhaps there were angels around.
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