Chapter Seven
Three years later …
“Ah! You anger me so!” Charlotte bellowed as she sprung from bed and stormed to take her bath.
She was closely followed by a furious Mountbane who grabbed her hair and pulled her with him into the hallway while she screamed. At midday, everyone was about. The first on the tempestuous scene, Sir Tristan, found the two in a physical fight and pulled them off each other.
“Cooler heads settle such differences,” he said evenly.
“I shall not settle this one with that man!” Charlotte declared. “I’d rather be sent back to the dungeon.”
“Which is exactly what I’ll do,” Mountbane’s eyes flared from their depths.
“Ooo, how I hate you!”
“But there is love behind this,” Tristan declared to them both. “Perhaps you should each take to your own side of the castle
