TEN
Lord Lewis rose and the hall fell silent. "It is with great pleasure that I announce the betrothal of Lord Calum's daughter, the Lady Bedelia, to my son, Mahon."
What? Grieve tried to shout the word, but somehow before it left his throat his voice died.
Bedelia was to marry his brother? How?
The hall erupted in cheers and calls for more ale, so that they might drink to the health of the happy couple. Grieve drained his own wine cup, but his voice wasn't at the bottom of the cup, either.
He forced a smile as the toasts went on and on, until he finally found a chance to escape from the hell that the hall had become.
The moment he reached the yard outside, Grieve leaned against the wall, ready to throw up every bite he'd eaten. She was marrying Mahon? Why?
"Grieve!"
He thought
