Caer Cybi, North Wales, 845 AD
Caer Cybi, North Wales, 845 ADTo her surprise, Rhiannon found her father’s heart harder to prise open than one of the stubborn Holy Island oysters from the estuary beneath the Hall. Until she met Alun, she had shown no interest in suitors, so she had given her father no cause to be possessive. Now, she stared unbelievingly at him as he threw every obstacle to their union in Alun’s way.
Even in his fifties, Gwriad was a handsome man, but the recent loss of his son had added considerable grey to his dark hair and stress lines to his face deepened on account of worrying about his bed-ridden wife. His inherently pleasant countenance contrasted with his harsh tone.
“I can accept that your grandsire was a noble warrior, Alun ap Drystan, but nobility on the battl
