Epilogue
Two months later
“They’re here!” Brock bellowed from upstairs.
The castle rebuilding was almost finished. It was no longer a crumbling ruin, even the way it had been before the fire. His tenants had worked hard, and Joanna had hired many more local men to help. The promise of decent wages along with noon and evening meals had drawn men from miles.
Now the castle was a source of pride, not something which drowned him in guilt and shame. Each night he and Joanna had stayed up late in the new library, which was quickly filling with books, reading to each other, sharing food and smiles before they retired to his…their bedchamber to make love.
Joanna rushed downstairs, wearing a dark-blue gown accented with a tartan sash bearing his family’s pattern of red and green. “They’re here
