Page 64 of The Guardian's Witch

Barbara nodded and stepped back into the Great Hall.

The brothers walked onto the porch. “Alex, you confessed to me long ago you didn’t take offense at Barbara’s refusal. It was the public embarrassment that offended you. I ask that you forgive her. Her intent was never to hurt or humiliate you.”

“It’s a relief to know the truth. It will take time to heal this wound. I’ve picked it open time and time again.” He clapped his brother on the back. “I wish you and Barbara every joy.” He eagerly embraced his brother. “Let’s go find your fiancée and some wine. We should celebrate your good fortune.”

The men started back into the Great Hall. Peter passed them rushing toward the kitchen with a pile of linen in his arms.

“Peter, what happened to your face?” Alex bent down and took the boy’s chin to get a better look at the bruise on his cheek.

Peter smiled widely. “Gareth told me to duck. I should have listened.”

“I’m certain you will the next time. Go along,” said Alex.

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The raw, cold day progressed. People poured into the village for a glimpse of their king. Alex watched how Lisbeth directed the activities and made certain the king and their other guests had everything they wanted.

“Gareth, you look handsome in your dress uniform,” said Lisbeth.

“Thank you, m’lady.”

“Are those the gloves Mother gave you?”

“My uniform is not complete without them. They are a cherished gift. She embroidered my initials on the cuff.” As they walked over to the king, he showed her the small white stitches on the white gloves.

Bryce, with his father and men, sauntered in. “Sire.” They bowed. “It’s good to see you.”

“And you, Bryce. Ramon.” Edward acknowledged them with a nod.

The king moved through the crowded room.

“A moment, Bryce.”

Bryce followed Alex into the library.

Alex noticed his friend’s battle face. It was a look that gave nothing away. “As a good host I ask if your rooms are comfortable.”

Bryce dipped his head. His face was still impassable.

“As a husband I ask, why was Lisbeth at Ravencroft?”

“She helped me with my wound and saw me to Ravencroft.”

“Was she seeking sanctuary?”

Bryce chuckled. “You should have seen your face. I don’t know when I’ve seen you more furious. I wasn’t certain whether you were angry at Lisbeth or me.”

Alex stood and waited. He had on his own battle face.

“No, Alex, she never said the words. I’ve gotten the feeling over the last weeks that she needed to be protected.”

“From me?”

Bryce shrugged his shoulders. “You would know that better than I.”

Alex wanted to wipe the smirk off of Bryce’s face.

“How did she take the news?” asked Bryce. “I see she wears a wimple and veil.”

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