CHAPTER TEN
Altfor couldn’t contain his happiness as he watched Moira dressing at the far side of his chambers. Part of that, of course, was that she was there, and his dead brother’s wife was the most perfect creature he could imagine. Part of it was what she had brought him, both in Royce’s brother and the status that came from giving him to the king. Part of it was all that he’d just achieved and gained.
“How does it feel to have Genevieve locked away safely?” Moira asked over her shoulder.
“It feels good,” Altfor said. “It feels right. If her heart is with Royce, then she deserves all that she gets.”
“And where is your heart, my duke?” Moira asked. She was still lacing the stays of her dress, doing it slowly, in a way that Altfor was sure was designed to emphasize to him how easily
