Chapter Four

T he following day, Robert spent all morning and afternoon within the castle in an effort to gain more information. He'd hoped Morwenna would come to him last night, but she had remained in the castle keep. His mood was frustrated, and he'd hardly slept after waiting for her. Nothing had gone as he'd expected yesterday morning, and Morwenna had answers that he needed about Lady Gwendoline.

But he was done with waiting. Tonight, he intended to join the other suitors and compete for Lady Gwendoline's hand. Wilfred had brought him an old trunk of his father's clothing that one of the servants had hidden away—probably in the hopes of selling them at a later time. But for now, Robert would use the clothes to begin his own transformation.

He made his excuses to Wilfred and went into the small pantry to change his attire. It felt strange wearing Degal's belongings, but the long dark blue tunic fit him perfectly. Only two years had passed, yet it seemed like a lifetime ago.

Once he was ready, his thoughts drifted back to Morwenna. She, too, had revealed her hidden beauty. Her green eyes captivated him, and with her hair pulled back, it accentuated the soft curve of her face. She'd claimed that she intended to find her own husband here, and Robert had no doubt she would succeed. But a sudden twinge darkened his mood at the thought of some lovesick swain courting Morwenna. His protective instincts rose up, for he didn't want another man trying to steal a kiss or worse. A possessive flare came over him at the memory of the soldier who had torn her gown. If any man ever dared to hurt her, Robert would kill him. She deserved better.

But no matter what he thought of Morwenna's marital prospects, he had to keep his attention on Lady Gwendoline. Although he'd attempted to see the young woman, she had not left the castle keep, and he'd been unable to slip inside.

Tonight would be different, he vowed, as he walked outside. Torches were lit at intervals, and he joined a group of young men dressed in similar finery. There would be contests of strength and speed, followed by a feast and recognition of the winners. Robert had confidence in his archery and in his speed, but he questioned whether he'd learned enough about swordplay. It was one matter to train with Piers and Brian—quite another to fight against experienced swordsmen.

Morwenna stood beside Gwendoline, wearing a crimson bliaud trimmed with gold. Her dark curls were caught up in a pearl-studded veil, and in the late afternoon sun, her brown hair gleamed with a reddish tint. Gwendoline wore a gown of white, with silver embroidery and a silver torque at her throat. When she smiled, her face shone with happiness. The pair reminded him of fire and ice.

Though he kept his gaze fixed upon Lady Gwendoline, he was fully aware of Morwenna. She appeared uncomfortable being surrounded by so many men. He hoped Brian was standing nearby since Robert could not get closer to them.

When they gathered at the bottom of the stairs, Lord Penrith spoke. ‘Tonight, we begin a series of contests. Those of you who choose to join will compete for my daughter's hand in marriage. There will be games of skill and prizes for the winners, but it is your chance to show her your strength and abilities. By tomorrow, she has promised that she will choose a husband from among you.'

He turned then to Morwenna. ‘And if you are not chosen, there is another lady who wishes to marry. You might consider the Lady Morwenna after Gwendoline has made her choice.'

Robert stiffened at the mention of Morwenna, though she'd said before that she intended to marry. But he noticed more than one man glancing at her with admiration. She kept her gaze fixed upon the gates, her chin held high.

Someone bumped against him, and he turned to see her brother Brian. His expression was grim. ‘Did you know about this? Does she really mean to choose a husband?'

Robert shrugged. ‘She said she would consider it.' His gaze centred on her once again, but Morwenna wasn't looking at him. ‘It might be her way of getting you both out of here.'

‘I'm responsible for myself, Robert.'

‘Aye. But if you want to stay at Penrith, you don't have to leave. If it's in my power to do so, I'll find a place for you.'

Brian's gaze shifted over to the men who were setting up a game of quoits. The target lay a good distance away, and the first competitor picked up a horseshoe to throw. ‘I need my sister to be safe first. Then I'll go my own way.'

His loyalty to her was unwavering. And truthfully, Robert knew it might be good for Morwenna to marry a nobleman who didn't ask too many questions. She could make another life for herself and live as a lady. But none of these men was worthy of Morwenna, much less Lady Gwendoline.

Robert saw another group of men preparing for a wrestling match, and the thought of pouring his frustration into physical strength was a welcome respite. He wanted to win, to prove that he was stronger than any of them.

He waited his turn among the competitors, and when it was time for his first match, he noticed that Morwenna had brought Lady Gwendoline closer. He stripped off his tunic so that he was wearing only his hose. His opponent did the same. The man was slightly shorter, but there was no denying his strength. He eyed Robert as if questioning who he was.

‘I've not seen you before,' the man said, as they circled each other.

Robert didn't bother to address the remark. Instead, he studied his opponent's physical form. He would need to move swiftly and force the man off balance.

From the side, he noticed Morwenna and Gwendoline moving in closer to watch. He lunged, shoving just below the man's waist. His opponent managed to keep from falling, but before he could gain the advantage, Robert locked his arm around the man's neck and flipped him to the ground. He'd wrestled enough with Piers to know how to make his opponent helpless. It took only moments to wrench the suitor's arm behind his back. He held the man motionless and gained the win.

Lady Gwendoline smiled and clapped, along with the others. He met her gaze and answered the smile before he noticed Morwenna's worried expression. She masked it quickly and ventured a faint smile after Robert released his opponent and claimed the victory.

He won the second match and the third, but by then, Lady Gwendoline had gone to observe some of the other competitions. Eventually Robert was named the winner, and it eased his confidence. Morwenna handed him a linen cloth that he used to dry off, and he leaned in to talk to her. She seemed nervous, and her cheeks flushed when he murmured, ‘What happened the day of the hunt?'

At that, her face turned brighter. ‘I think you know the answer to that better than me.' She started to turn away, but he caught her arm.

‘I waited for hours by the oak tree.'

She stopped and faced him. ‘What do you mean? I sent her to you.'

‘I waited, but she never came. And when I went to look for her, I could only find her father and the other men. I had to remain in hiding.'

She paled and then bit her lower lip. ‘So...you never met Lady Gwendoline yesterday morning?' It looked as if she wanted to say something else but stopped herself. He couldn't guess what she was thinking.

‘No. I assumed she went back to her father.'

‘Or got lost,' Morwenna mused. ‘I should have walked with her. But I wanted it to seem like an accidental meeting.' Her expression grew troubled. ‘I should return. But stay in the competitions, and if I have the chance, I will introduce her to you.'

She started to turn away, but he called out, ‘Wait.' At her questioning look, he asked, ‘I want to know if this is what you truly want, Morwenna. To find a husband?'

She appeared disconcerted by his words. ‘What other choice do I have?'

He didn't quite know how to answer her. ‘You and Brian could—'

‘Could what? Continue wandering all over England, searching for a place to live?'

‘I was going to say you will always have a home here.' He didn't want her to feel abandoned. And though he had no doubt she could easily find a man to wed, it should be her choice, not a move made out of desperation.

‘Do you think I'd really want to live here and watch you with her?' she blurted out. Then she turned and departed, leaving him to wonder what had just happened.

He couldn't quite grasp what she'd said. Her words held more than wounded feelings—there'd been a trace of jealousy. He didn't know what to say or do now, and it felt as if the ground had been knocked out from under him.

He had come to Penrith to win Lady Gwendoline's hand, but it had always been out of duty. He wanted his family's lands back, and marrying her was necessary to regain them. It had nothing to do with emotions.

He'd thought Morwenna understood that. But her words made him think of what it would be like to watch her smile at another man or worse, let him touch her. His fist clenched at the thought. The irrational jealousy made no sense. He'd lived with Morwenna for two years, and there was nothing between them. Why should it matter if she chose a husband? He had no claim to her. Right now, he needed to keep his focus on regaining Penrith and marrying Lady Gwendoline.

But even so, he couldn't quite push aside his dark mood or his worry.

As a distraction, he joined with the other suitors, preparing for the foot race. But even as he waited, his mind was caught up in thoughts of Morwenna. She truly was a beautiful woman with a fiery personality.

He stared at her across the inner bailey and saw her face soften with a smile. Against the setting sun, her brown hair gleamed with gold, and the sight of her struck him senseless.

Do you think I'd really want to live here and watch you with her?

Her words were like a physical blow. She cared about him in a way he'd never expected. And now that he knew the truth, it made him entertain thoughts he shouldn't. He remembered her lithe body and the way she'd moved with the blade he'd given her. He'd held her hands, guiding her in each movement.

And those green eyes had stared back at him with a longing he'd been too blind to see. During the past two years, Morwenna had become such a part of his life, he didn't know what he would do after she was gone.

And that posed a problem.

Morwenna's thoughts were spinning out of control. She hadn't meant to spill her feelings to Robert, and from the stunned look on his face, he'd never realised her hidden jealousy.

Humiliation burned her cheeks, and she wanted to retreat to Gwendoline's chamber and bury herself beneath a coverlet. Why had she said anything at all? There had been no reason to tell him, and now, he likely pitied her.

Morwenna forced herself to return to the others, inwardly shutting down her embarrassment. She couldn't wallow in self-pity when there was a bigger problem—Gwendoline's mysterious suitor. She'd mistakenly believed that her friend had spent time with Robert yesterday, but now she realised it had been someone else. One of the noblemen must have arrived early, but who? Gwendoline had confessed that she'd kissed the man and had been giddy with joy. It didn't bode well at all for Robert's chances.

She shouldn't be happy about that. Not at all.

Morwenna pushed back the inappropriate feelings and hurried over towards the archery contest to join her friend. She managed a smile and asked, ‘Have you found your suitor from the forest yet?'

‘No, not yet,' Gwendoline answered. ‘But he will come. I'm certain of it.' She was watching the men draw back their bow strings, taking careful aim. Although most of them struck the straw targets, none of the arrows embedded in the centre.

‘I could shoot better than that,' Gwen mumbled beneath her breath. Morwenna hid her smile. Although she'd never seen her friend shoot a bow, she suspected that Gwendoline was strong enough.

‘So, it was none of those men,' Morwenna said. ‘For a moment, I thought it might be the man who won the wrestling matches.'

‘No, it wasn't him.' But Gwendoline's expression turned sly. ‘I saw the way you were watching him though...and the way he was looking at you. He is a handsome one. And so strong.'

‘Do you want to meet him?' Morwenna asked. ‘I could arrange it.'

‘No.' The young woman's voice turned dreamy. ‘I'm waiting on the man from the forest. And besides, I wouldn't want to interfere with your happiness.' With a knowing look, she added, ‘He's the one, isn't he? The one you wanted.'

Another blush warmed Morwenna's cheeks. ‘It doesn't matter what I want. You have the first choice.'

But Gwen was already shaking her head. ‘I won't interfere. If he is the one you love, then you may have him.'

‘He's not,' she forced herself to say, though the words were bitter in her mouth. And though it pained her to say it, she added, ‘But I have seen him before, and others have spoken well of him. You should truly consider him for a suitor.'

They walked closer to the archers, but her thoughts remained in turmoil. She needed to find out who the man from the forest was. As she studied each of the archers, none appeared familiar to her. Gwendoline paused to study each of the men, but it was clear that she had interest in only one person—and he wasn't here.

On the opposite side of the bailey, the sword competition had begun. Morwenna asked the lady, ‘Will you tell me when you see him?'

‘Of course. And I'll need your help so my father will let me choose him.' They walked towards the fighting, and she saw Robert donning chainmail armour for his match. He'd brought his sword from the abbey, and as he awaited his turn, he studied the movements of the other competitors. She did the same, and for a time, they simply watched the fighting.

From across the dirt, Robert caught her gaze, and she saw the concern in his eyes. He'd never fought men like these, seasoned warriors who had faced true battle. One of the fighters had an unusual sword that had undoubtedly been made in the East. Likely a Crusader.

Although these were only games, she understood Robert's unspoken apprehension. Did he have the skill to fight these men? She wasn't certain, and from the look of it, neither was he.

‘Do you want to watch them?' Gwendoline asked, and Morwenna nodded.

They stood close by, and Robert prepared for his first fight. His opponent had his back to them, and he wore a hood so they could not see his face. He chose his own armour and selected a sword from among the weapons.

But when he made his way to the fighting circle, Morwenna glimpsed his face in the chainmail cowl. And she caught her breath.

‘It's him,' Gwen breathed. ‘The man from the forest.'

Morwenna saw the sudden shock on Robert's face, but he masked it quickly with grim determination. She knew that this battle would be fierce, one that went beyond friendly competition.

For his opponent was his half-brother Piers.

Robert circled Piers, who had a faint smile on his face. ‘What are you doing here?'

His half-brother answered the question by slicing his sword towards Robert's neck. Robert blocked the blow and Piers leaned in. In a low voice, he said, ‘I thought I'd court the Lady Gwendoline. She is a beauty, is she not?'

Robert shoved him back, letting the fury pour through him. Piers knew what this competition meant to him. Why would he join in? Was he trying to claim Penrith for himself?

Robert had mistakenly thought that they had come to a truce during the past years of hiding. It seemed he'd been wrong. ‘Stay away from her,' he growled. ‘She's a high-born lady.'

‘So she is,' Piers answered. ‘And I've a right to be here, the same as you.' He cut off any further conversation by renewing his attack. Their swords struck hard, the iron ringing within the bailey. His brother seemed to be fighting his own battle against the injustice of being born a bastard. But Robert could not allow him to threaten Penrith. These were his lands, claimed by an earl who was terrorising the serfs. He had to win Lady Gwendoline's affections, for it was his only chance to help the people.

His brother's sword slipped past and nicked Robert on his chin. He felt the warmth of blood and renewed his own attack, lunging forward. All around him, he could hear the shouting of the crowd, and he glimpsed Morwenna and Gwendoline watching. There was no choice but to defeat Piers. He struck as hard as he could, circling his half-brother and attacking.

He knew he was approaching this fight the wrong way. He ought to strategise, to use Piers's weaknesses against him. But the sight of the man had brought back all the anger and frustration he'd suppressed. He gave in to the raw emotions, hacking his sword as he fought.

Piers parried his blows, using his own strength to push back. Robert nearly lost his balance but regained it before he swung at his brother's head.

The fight seemed endless, and beneath the weight of the chainmail he wondered how much longer they could endure. Sweat ran down Piers's face, and his own arm burned with fatigue.

But then he heard a woman call out, ‘Stop! This match is over.' He turned towards the sound and barely avoided another strike from his brother's weapon.

Lady Gwendoline hurried towards them, followed by Morwenna. ‘I declare this match a draw.' The worry on her face revealed that she knew it had been more than a competition. ‘You will both dine with me and the Lady Morwenna.'

Robert sheathed his sword, and Piers handed his weapon to one of the other fighters. They removed their armour and joined the women. But he didn't miss his brother's triumphant smile when Lady Gwendoline took his arm and walked with him towards the castle keep.

Damn him for this.

Morwenna came to him and murmured, ‘We need to talk.'

‘Why is Piers here? And what does he want?'

She tightened her grip on his arm. ‘I think you already know the answer to that.'

Her reply only heightened his annoyance, for he did know. No matter how much time had passed, his brother always seemed to covet what Robert wanted. And now he'd set his sights on Lady Gwendoline and Penrith.

‘I won't let him do this.' There was too much at stake. He needed to regain command of Penrith for the sake of the people. This wasn't only a competition for Lady Gwendoline's hand in marriage—it was a contest to win the land. And his half-brother knew nothing about running an estate.

Morwenna stopped walking and faced him. She smiled warmly for the benefit of the onlookers, but her words were like stone. ‘If you want to replace Piers in Gwendoline's affections, then you must rise above your anger and treat her with kindness. Be the better man.'

Her words made him realise that he was falling into his brother's trap. Piers wanted him to be angry and fight back, for then it would make Robert appear frustrated and impatient.

‘You're right,' he admitted.

‘You've been given an opportunity,' she said quietly. ‘You can join Lady Gwendoline at table and speak with her then.' But as she walked alongside him towards the stairs of the keep, he noticed the weariness in her eyes. She was trying to keep a smile on her face, but it appeared strained.

‘Morwenna,' he said quietly, slowing his steps. ‘What you said earlier...'

She wouldn't meet his gaze and cut him off. ‘It doesn't matter. I've always known you were going to return here. And marrying Gwendoline is the best way for you to help Penrith.'

He wanted to find the words to make this right, for he didn't want to hurt her. But what could he say? He'd never allowed himself to think beyond reclaiming his estate. He'd never considered what would happen afterwards.

When she'd told him that she didn't want to stay and watch him with Lady Gwendoline, it had bothered him to think of hurting her. Morwenna was right. After he married the heiress, it would be cruel to invite her to stay.

She slowed her steps to wait on him. ‘I will find someone to wed, Robert. And once I have chosen a husband, I'll leave Penrith and make a new life somewhere else.'

He gave a nod of agreement. ‘Choose someone who deserves you, Morwenna. Someone who won't try to force you into a life you don't want.' He'd known her for the past two years, and he couldn't deny his own overprotective feelings towards her. Though he knew it was practical for her to marry, his mood darkened at the thought.

She turned back to him, and for a moment, her green eyes met his. In them he saw sadness, mingled with a hint of longing. It struck him to the core, for he couldn't deny his own response. It had always been there, just beneath the surface. For a moment, he dared to imagine what it would be like if circumstances were different.

He remembered the scent of her skin, the softness of her hand in his. And a heaviness sank into him, the mirrored frustration of having to watch her with someone else.

They entered the keep, not looking at one another. A long table was set upon a dais, and several servants waited against the walls with pitchers of ale. Lady Gwendoline and her father led them inside the keep, but soon it became apparent that the earl was not going to allow his daughter to be seated between two suitors.

Instead, he kept Gwendoline on his right, followed by Piers. He placed Morwenna on his left, and Robert took the seat beside her. It seemed that there would be no means of him speaking to Lady Gwendoline during the meal. But at least Piers would have to face the earl's direct questioning.

Lady Gwendoline introduced his half-brother as Piers of Grevershire. And when she turned to him, Robert answered, ‘I am Robert of Inglewood.' He'd decided it was better to keep his first name, in case anyone called him that. When the earl gave no reaction, he decided it was safe enough.

As they were seated, the earl turned to Morwenna. ‘Are you enjoying your stay with us?'

‘I am grateful for your hospitality, my lord,' she answered. But even as she accepted portions of roasted venison, salmon, and bread, Robert didn't miss the way she tensed. She risked a glance at Gwendoline, but the young woman appeared captivated by Piers.

‘There has been no news from your family thus far,' Lord Penrith continued. ‘And while I am content to indulge Gwendoline in this competition evening, and I do not mind if you find a suitor of your own, it is not my place to arrange a betrothal for you. If you find a man who suits you, tell him to speak with your father.'

Robert could see that Morwenna had gone pale under the earl's scrutiny. ‘Do not concern yourself with me, my lord.'

Though her words should have eased the earl's concern, Robert noticed that the man's gaze was fixed upon Morwenna's throat. ‘I noticed you wearing that pendant when you first arrived. May I take a closer look?'

She started to remove it, but the earl reached out and his knuckles grazed her bodice as he lifted it. Morwenna flinched, and Robert barely suppressed the rise of his own fury. He wanted to shove the earl back and demand that he take his hands off her. And yet, he could not say a word.

‘Such a unique design,' the earl remarked. ‘I believe I have seen this emblem before, though I cannot remember. Where did you get it?'

‘It belonged to my mother,' she answered. ‘My father gave it to me only a few years ago, but she died when I was twelve.'

The earl's expression narrowed. ‘I know I've seen this before. I won't stop thinking of it until I remember where.' He let the chain fall back and then turned to his daughter. Beneath the table, Robert reached for Morwenna's hand and squeezed it hard. When she met his gaze, he saw the terror in her eyes. Though he didn't fully understand what had just happened, he wanted her to know that he was here.

Across the table, he saw Piers watching Lady Gwendoline. He appeared uncomfortable, and though Robert couldn't hear the conversation between him and the young woman, he suspected that his half-brother would face an inquisition by her father.

In a whisper, Morwenna said, ‘I need to leave, Robert. Can you find a way to help me out of here?'

‘It's too early for that,' he warned. ‘I can try to give you a moment, but we have to return.'

‘I can't breathe.' Upon her face he saw panic, and her complexion had turned to snow. ‘I just need a moment. There are so many people, and they're all staring at me.'

‘All right.'

Robert cleared his throat, interrupting the earl's conversation. When he had the man's attention, he said, ‘My lord, forgive me, but the lady is feeling unwell. May I have permission to escort her outside for a few moments? Some air might help her.'

‘You look well enough to me.' The earl eyed Morwenna with irritation.

‘It's so warm, I am feeling faint,' she replied. ‘Could you grant me a few moments, I beg of you?'

The earl appeared annoyed, but he waved his hand in permission. Robert offered his arm, and she took it gratefully. They wove in between the guests, and once they passed the doorway to go outside, she inhaled a deep breath. Even so, it wasn't enough. Something had frightened her, and he wanted to let her speak freely.

Since most of the guests were inside, he led her towards the barbican gate. There was a small guard's entrance, and a staircase that led to the battlements. Morwenna followed him to the top, and for a moment, she stopped to stare out at the darkening landscape. The sun rimmed the horizon, and the wind whipped at her cheeks.

Robert didn't ask if she was all right, for he knew the answer already. The earl's sudden interest had frightened her when she'd not been able to pull away from his unwanted touch. ‘I shouldn't have come here,' she murmured. ‘I thought I could wear her gown and a golden chain and pretend to be a lady for a few nights. But I don't belong in the keep. It's not who I am.'

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. For a long moment she remained silent before she stared out at the horizon. ‘The earl knows I'm lying. And he's playing a game of cat and mouse that I'm going to lose.'

‘You could go with Brian and leave tonight,' Robert offered. ‘Return to the abbey, and they could give you sanctuary.'

She didn't answer, and he turned her to face him. ‘Or if you stay, I will protect you Morwenna, just as I've always done. You needn't fear.'

‘But you cannot protect me for ever. And this is not a battle fought with swords.'

He knew she was right about that. He was fighting for his lands and his people. But, more than that, he was fighting the invisible battle for his own self-respect. He'd failed them before—and it would never happen again.

‘I may not always be there,' he conceded. ‘But once I'm wedded to Lady Gwendoline and have command of Penrith, I will help you,' he swore. ‘Whatever you need.'

But his promise seemed to only deepen her misery. ‘I'm not your responsibility any more.'

He was trying to reassure her, Morwenna could tell. But the truth was, she'd lived in fear during every hour she'd spent in the castle keep. The earl was enjoying his game. She had no doubt he knew of her lies, but he was waiting for them to unravel. The only question was what he wanted from her.

Although Robert claimed that he would keep her safe, he could do nothing without threatening his position with Gwendoline. And then there was Piers, who was trying to stake his own claim.

‘I'll find my own way out of this,' she told him. ‘It's my fault that I even came here. You were right about the danger.'

In his eyes, she saw concern for her welfare. He would try to protect her, certainly, but not at the cost of Penrith. ‘Are you all right now? Do you want to return to the keep?'

She didn't answer at first. Then he rested his hand against her cheek, and his touch was like fire. Did he think he was comforting her? She caught his hand and held it there, both to cling to his touch and warn him to stop.

‘I'll be fine,' she said.

But he didn't pull his palm away. Instead, he continued to study her. ‘If I didn't know better, I would believe that you're a high-born lady. You've done well with this illusion, Morwenna. If you want to find a husband, I have no doubt you could choose any man you desire.'

Any man except him.

She took a step back. Why couldn't he ever see her as a woman? The words hurt, for she wondered if he understood the depths of her feelings. She wished she'd never told him the truth. He was probably only offering consolation, for he didn't return her feelings and never would.

I wish I could choose any man I desire , she thought, but didn't say it.

Then she turned around and started walking down the stairs. Robert walked behind her, keeping guard as they continued towards the keep. When she reached the entrance, she heard a voice call out, ‘Lady Morwenna.'

She turned and saw that it was one of the men who had competed in the contests earlier. He was thin and wiry, and she recalled that he had won second place in the archery competition.

As a courtesy, she nodded to him but did not speak. The last thing she wanted right now was to be involved with someone else.

Robert had fallen farther behind and was speaking to one of the servants. She continued into the Great Hall and walked past the trestle tables until she reached the dais. Thankfully, Lord Penrith was questioning Piers, and Morwenna sent Gwendoline a slight smile as she took her place at the table. Her friend appeared uncertain, but there was no means of escaping. Robert entered the keep at the far end, and several of the servants stopped to speak with him.

They recognise him , she realised.

But not her. She felt like a stranger here, as if the fine clothing had transformed her into someone else. Yet it was naught but an illusion. She knew better than to believe she could ever be lady of a castle.

She took a sip of wine, watching Robert, and suddenly she realised that she was hiding from her life, just as he had. He'd spent years behind castle walls, disconnected from the outside world. Her own life had been similar, for she'd travelled constantly with her father and brother, never making a place for herself. Never having any true friends.

Morwenna risked a look at the people, and it was as if she were watching as an outsider. Lady Gwendoline had all eyes upon her, the men transfixed by her beauty. Lord Penrith reigned over his conquered castle, enjoying his high rank. Even Robert was speaking to the people, trying to find a way to regain what was lost.

And what was she doing? Letting him believe that he could win Lady Gwendoline when she knew the lady had kissed Piers. His chances of winning the noblewoman's heart were fading fast, and Morwenna had said nothing.

She'd been living her life in the shadows, caught in a trap of her own making. And she didn't care for it at all.

It had to stop. No longer could she hide behind her invisible shield, waiting for the scraps of his affection. Robert had made his decision to court Lady Gwendoline, and despite her feelings for him, it was time to stop living her life based on his.

He finally joined her at the table, apologising for his delay. ‘It's all right,' she said. Then, before she lost her nerve, she asked, ‘Could we talk again later tonight, alone? I think there is something you could help me with.' She decided to tell him the truth and make her plans to leave. And then she would gather the courage to say farewell...even when it broke her heart.

He was already nodding. ‘If you wish.' He dropped his voice lower and added, ‘Come to the kitchens. It will be safer there.'

She gave a nod, trying to push back the rise of her own nerves. But it was time to face him and be truthful, whatever the cost.

When the feasting ended, Lord Penrith called on the winners to come forward and be recognised. He presented each contest winner to his daughter, including Robert and Piers. Lady Gwendoline was gracious to each man, but Morwenna saw that her gaze lingered upon Piers. Her friend was still fascinated by the man, likely because she'd kissed him in the forest.

‘My daughter has chosen five men who will remain at Penrith,' the earl said. ‘She will choose an appropriate husband from among them, with my permission.' Then one by one, he named the men. Robert and Piers were both chosen, along with the archer Morwenna had seen earlier. Then there were two others—one who had won the footrace and another who had won the spear-casting competition.

Morwenna noticed that the earl had said nothing about her, which was a relief. If he was too concentrated on Gwendoline to pay her any heed, so much the better.

The earl ordered music and dancing to begin, and the pipers played a lively tune. ‘Come, and let us dance,' Gwendoline said to Piers. She nodded to Morwenna and Robert. ‘Join us, won't you?'

The men pushed the trestle tables back to make space, and it wasn't long before there were many partners. There were more men than women, and Morwenna found herself joining hands with suitor after suitor, whirling and spinning while the musicians played. She grew dizzy, but it was fun to be part of the merriment, even if it felt bittersweet.

When Robert danced with her, she was conscious of his palm upon her spine and the warmth in his eyes. Her traitorous heart welled up with longing that could not be forsaken.

Don't believe it's real , she reminded herself.

He only saw her as a friend. Lady Gwendoline was a means towards an end, a way for him to peacefully reclaim Penrith. But when his gaze drifted over to Gwendoline, something inside Morwenna went cold.

She excused herself during the next dance, pretending that she needed a cup of ale. She returned to the table and picked up her half-empty cup, holding it as she watched the dancers.

‘Lady Morwenna.'

She saw the archer approaching her once again, but this time, she decided to give him a chance. ‘Yes?'

‘I am Gareth of Watcomb. I've been hoping for a chance to speak with you.' He appeared slightly awkward as he chose his words. ‘You really are quite lovely. Forgive me, but I...have little experience with women. I don't know quite what to say.'

His attempt at being charming made her sympathetic, so she decided to give him the chance he wanted. ‘It's all right. I am glad to meet you.'

‘I know the heat was bothering you earlier,' he said. ‘Would you like to walk outside for some fresh air?'

She hesitated but then realised it was perfectly safe with so many guards surrounding the inner bailey. ‘All right.'

Gareth offered his arm, and she took it, allowing him to lead her past the dancers and the crowd until they reached the doors.

Outside the moon had risen high, illuminating the shadows. She took a deep breath of fresh air, enjoying the scent of the night. Beside her, Gareth remained quiet at first. Then he asked, ‘What are you hoping to find in a husband, if I might ask?'

No one had ever asked her that before. And while her first thoughts were of Robert, she stopped herself to think of an answer. ‘Someone kind,' she said at last. ‘Someone who I want to be around, who makes me smile.'

She hadn't had much of a reason to smile lately. After her father had died, her life had been one disaster after another. But perhaps it was time to move on and begin again. She ventured a smile at Gareth, and he returned it.

‘May I tell you a secret, my lady?'

‘If you wish.' She took a sip from her cup, waiting for him to speak.

‘I am hoping that Lady Gwendoline does not choose me. I'd rather be your choice instead.'

Her cheeks flushed at his words, and she didn't quite know what to say. ‘Thank you,' was all she could manage. It was bewildering being the centre of a man's attention, and she felt shy beneath his gaze.

Or perhaps it was her own feeling of awkwardness. He started to say something else, but Morwenna grew distracted when she caught sight of a woman she'd not seen in two years. The woman was older, her brown hair carelessly bound in a braid. Shock filled her at the sight of the woman. It was her father's lover, Lena. Morwenna had mistakenly believed she was dead.

Clearly, she'd been wrong. Brian had said nothing about the woman, so he likely hadn't known she was here.

Her father had dallied with Lena after his wife had died, but he'd never married her. The woman knew exactly who Morwenna was, however—nothing but the miller's daughter. A knowing smile came over Lena's face before she turned to walk inside the keep.

Was she planning to tell the earl? Panic rose up, for Morwenna knew her entire deception could come crashing down within a matter of moments.

Then again, had she really believed it could last? She had gone along with Gwendoline's wishes, not truly expecting anything at all.

‘My lady?' Gareth was asking.

She forced her attention back to the nobleman, realising she'd heard nothing else of what he'd said. ‘Forgive me. I thought I saw someone I recognised. But of course, that's impossible.'

Brian's earlier warning sharpened in her mind. He wanted her to leave Penrith, and she was starting to believe he was right. But not before she spoke with Robert. The thought only stirred up her nerves again.

‘I was asking about your home,' Gareth continued. ‘Do you live far from here?'

‘Not so very far,' she hedged. ‘But sometimes it seems that way.'

‘Do you have any older brothers or sisters?' Though the question appeared ordinary, she suspected his true question was whether or not she was an heiress. Or whether there was a brother who had already inherited the lands.

‘I have a younger brother,' she answered. ‘And you?'

‘I have four older brothers.'

Which meant that he would inherit next to nothing. It was no wonder he was paying court to Lady Gwendoline and herself, in the hopes of gaining his own property.

‘Would you care to walk through the inner bailey?' Gareth was asking.

‘No, I think I'll go inside, thank you.' She allowed him to lead her back and, once inside, she saw Lena pouring the earl a cup of wine. Morwenna didn't know whether the woman had said anything to Lord Penrith, but she had to be prepared for the worst.

She took her place, and Gwendoline slid over to sit beside her. ‘You don't look as if you're enjoying yourself, Morwenna.'

She forced a smile. ‘It's just a little overwhelming. I've never seen so many suitors.'

‘Have you met Piers of Grevershire before?' Gwendoline asked. ‘He's quite handsome, but... I know little about him.'

He's Robert's bastard brother , Morwenna wanted to say, but didn't.

It occurred to her that she could intervene and be truthful with Gwendoline. She'd been wanting to confront Piers anyway, and this was her chance. ‘Do you want me to find out?'

‘Please. Come, and I'll arrange it.' She led Morwenna over to Piers, who was drinking a cup of wine. When he glanced up at her, his blue eyes turned wary.

‘This is Lady Morwenna.' Gwendoline introduced her. ‘And this is Piers of Grevershire.'

Morwenna kept her gaze fixed upon him, but she inclined her head. ‘I am glad to meet you...my lord.' She paused on the last two words, for neither of them was nobility.

‘Morwenna would like to dance,' Gwendoline said.

Piers inclined his head and held out his hand. It would give them a chance to speak privately. But then she saw Robert staring at her nearby, and he appeared furious that she was with Piers. She ignored him and Piers took her hand, leading her out among the dancers.

‘It seems I'm not the only one disguising myself,' he said. ‘But you look well, Morwenna.'

‘Thank you.' It surprised her that he was being polite, so she did the same. ‘As do you.'

He was a better dancer than she realised, and she wondered where he'd learned. She, herself, was terrible and half of her movement was stumbling around, trying to copy the others. ‘What are you doing here, Piers?'

He smiled then, but it was the cut-throat smile of a mercenary. ‘What do you think I'm doing?'

‘Causing trouble,' she answered. ‘Just as you like to do.'

He spun her in a circle. ‘That's true enough. It was your idea to dance, wasn't it?'

Morwenna nodded. ‘I told her I would find out everything about you.'

At that, he laughed. ‘I've always liked your honesty, Morwenna. What will you tell her?'

‘It depends on what you want me to say. I hope I can tell her the truth. So, what are your plans? Were you hoping to marry the heiress and claim Penrith, as you've always wanted?'

His smile grew strained. ‘If I can, aye.'

At least he was being forthright. Though she ought to be annoyed with him, his honesty held a wicked charm. ‘Why do you even want these lands, Piers? Why not claim your own somewhere else?'

‘Because I was born here. And Lord Penrith forced me to live in this castle, surrounded by the things I would never have.' It was then that she heard a faint edge of anger in his voice. ‘It was a mockery, and Degal knew it. So, there's nothing I want more than to claim what should have been mine,' he insisted. ‘And I will have my vengeance for what he did to my mother.'

‘What did he do?' She'd never heard this tale.

‘She died because of him.' There was pain in his words.

‘You cannot take vengeance on a dead man,' she said gently. ‘It won't change anything.'

‘Claiming Penrith would change my life,' he admitted. He took her hand as they moved to join the others in the dance. ‘And if I have a beautiful woman as part of it, I'll not complain.'

‘Lady Gwendoline is a kind person,' she insisted. ‘Don't make her part of your revenge.'

‘She's not.' He moved her in a circle, and she saw that Robert was already approaching. He looked ready to start a fight with Piers.

She would have to intervene between them, but before that, she asked, ‘What do you want me to tell Gwendoline?'

‘Nothing at all,' he answered. ‘Stay out of it.'

‘Do not break her heart,' she insisted. ‘You know this cannot end in a betrothal. She's high-born...not like us. And if you're not going to treat her with kindness, then end it.'

‘So fierce,' he remarked, touching her chin. ‘But you're wrong. I intend to get what I want this time. All of it.'

It was then that Robert interrupted. Morwenna stopped him from causing a scene by taking both his hands. She pulled him back and put his hands on her waist, pretending she was switching partners. ‘If you start a fight, you won't help your chances with Lady Gwendoline.' She led him away and added, ‘I've spoken with Piers already.'

‘I know my brother,' Robert insisted. ‘He cares naught for words, and I won't let him overturn my plans.'

She faltered, wondering what he meant by that. ‘I need to return to Gwendoline,' she said. ‘I will meet with you later tonight.'

She started to turn away and nearly bumped into Lord Penrith. Immediately, she dropped into a curtsy. ‘My lord.'

He offered his arm. ‘Walk with me a moment, won't you, Lady Morwenna?'

She recognised the command and obeyed. Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she smiled as if all was well. The earl led her along the hall and remarked, ‘It seems you've made quite an impression upon the men I invited to Penrith. I suppose that must be...very different from what you're used to.'

He knows.

Her fears multiplied at the unspoken warning not to overstep her place. But she answered, ‘I am grateful to you for a place to stay until I can return home again. And certainly, we both hope that Lady Gwendoline will find a suitor whom she will marry.'

I understand my place and will do nothing to threaten her chances.

He nodded at that. ‘I remembered where I saw that pendant before. It's curious that someone like you would possess it.'

She didn't understand what he meant. ‘As I said before, it was my mother's. I don't know where she got it. Possibly from her family.'

The earl's expression turned smug. ‘I highly doubt that. Considering that this pendant once belonged to Queen Eleanor.'