Llanfaes, Ynys Dryyll, 844 AD
Llanfaes, Ynys Dryyll, 844 ADThe noblewoman’s golden red hair shone in the sunlight beam, also enhancing her teal-green, silk brocade dress. Many a courtier gasped at her beauty, but she had eyes only for Alun ap Drystan. She found it unremarkable that she could not turn his head because he was renowned for having no interest in women. Yet, she felt an impelling attraction to him. His presence in the king’s hall made her heart flutter. It was time for her to use her privileged position as Rhodri’s cousin to her advantage.
“Rhodri, will you not introduce me to your counsellor? I would gladly get to know him,” she said with a twinkle in her remarkable amber eyes.
“Rhiannon, there’s nothing that would make me happier. I’ve been trying to interest Alun in a com
