CHAPTER 20
Each day, Rhian received an early visit from Gwythyr and they took their morning meal together. She dressed like a young girl every time and carefully fostered his impression of her as compliant and harmless.
He made her skin crawl, and she thought about why, when she was alone. He was not unhandsome, in his older way, confident of his strength and power. After all, he had occasionally bested her foster-father, and she knew that took both skill and courage. He did not treat her badly in this captivity.
But she never forgot she was a prisoner, his only interest in her the claim to legitimacy, the link to Lludd’s line. And how could it be otherwise, with the difference in their ages? If this were a deliberate marriage alliance, one to which she’d been raised, a benefit to her f
