“Well, I am not the typical lady.”
“No, you are not, but the matter is unsuitable for most ears. The abbott was caught in an ambush. His treachery was rewarded with a violent end.”
“I see.”
“If you will excuse me, Your Majesty, I must see to the men.”
“Very good. Thank you, Wallace,” I said and headed inside.
Shaking my head, I went to the council chamber and sat down. I needed to send dispatches to let the others know the army had returned triumphant.
And now I—me of all people—was responsible for writing another letter. To Elspeth. To let her know her child was dead.