Arthur’s brow wrinkled. “Ana, what are you apologizing for?”
My eyes snapped to him, and I searched his face for some hint of malevolence or deception, some indication this was a cruel joke. But all I found was genuine confusion.
“You didn’t know.” The words were a gasp, hardly above a whisper as they escaped my lips. I’d assumed he was aware of the circumstances but had simply done as he pleased. This turn of events shook my perception of him, prodding my reluctant heart toward compassion.
Ana covered her mouth with her hand. “I thought—I thought for sure you knew, that Leodgrance told you and you overruled him.” She looked at the floor, unable to face either of us. “Guinevere and my son Aggrivane pledged their troth shortly before you asked for her hand. My husband was supposed to se
