“The old woman wasn’t wrong,” Lancelot said in low voice, as if loath to speak the words. He peeled back his bandage as he continued. “After six moons of searching with only your golden comb to tell us you were taken via the main road into town, the other lords and some of the Combrogi were ready to declare you dead. Arthur did not wish to give up the search, but in the face of your disappearance and the arguments that even if you did return, you would not bear him any heirs, he invoked the ancient laws allowing him to take a second wife. She has no title beyond royal wife and will never be equal to you in stature, but she has already brought him one son, sired before you and he were wed.”
I turned around so quickly the stitches in my shoulder pulled. I grimaced. “How does he—how does any
