“George, there’s something Isobel and I need to tell you,” James said softly once Simon had left the stables.
After she and James had helped Simon and George with unsaddling and brushing the horses that they and the other guards had taken out that morning, she’d given the stableman some coins and had asked him to go to the market and buy apples for all of the horses. He had been more than happy to do as she had asked, leaving her, James, and George in the stables alone and giving her and James the perfect opportunity to talk to her mate’s brother.
“Did I do something wrong?” the boy asked nervously as he shuffled on his feet.
“No,” Isobel replied instantly, kneeling down in front of him so that their eyes were on the same level. “You haven’t done anything wrong, George,” she told him
