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Chapters (65)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Interstitial
  4. Chapter OneThe sort of thing that gets a girl burned at the stake
  5. Chapter TwoRidiculously, fabulously pink
  6. Chapter ThreeBring it on
  7. Chapter FourSir Gawain’s not done yet . . . just watch
  8. Chapter FiveClimb down, lady, we’re going out!
  9. Chapter SixI’ll have a White Knight, please
  10. Chapter SevenChivalry is all well and good, but cursed inconvenient at times
  11. Chapter EightJust put her there
  12. Interstitial
  13. Chapter NineDon’t try to fight it, you’ll only hurt yourself
  14. Chapter TenNobody ever expects a lady to rappel off a balcony
  15. Chapter ElevenYou are the girl who would be a knight?
  16. Chapter TwelveMademoiselle le Chevalier
  17. Chapter ThirteenOff in search of adventure
  18. Interstitial
  19. Chapter FourteenHast Thou Ever . . .
  20. Chapter FifteenEverything is context
  21. Chapter SixteenShe was very much accustomed to people looking at her like they didn’t understand what was happening and wanted it all to stop
  22. Chapter SeventeenDamn those girls and their “tea”
  23. Chapter EighteenMaybe we could wash the donkeys
  24. Chapter NineteenA deer trying to hide in a pack of ravenous wolves
  25. Chapter TwentyJust don’t tell the other knights I screamed
  26. Chapter Twenty-OneDrop-your-cheesecake-on-a-stick-and-not-even-care spectacular
  27. Chapter Twenty-TwoThe violence is too much for her delicate constitution
  28. Chapter Twenty-ThreeNo lady went in search of the privy alone when she could bring a friend
  29. Chapter Twenty-FourDon’t bring it all the way undone . . .
  30. Chapter Twenty-FiveWhat a perfectly normal conversational gambit
  31. Chapter Twenty-SixA wild horse of feeling and emotion
  32. Interstitial
  33. Chapter Twenty-SevenI thought we’d have more time
  34. Chapter Twenty-EightYou are not the first to ask whether a woman could hold a sword
  35. Chapter Twenty-NineDo you yield?
  36. Chapter ThirtyThis goes a lot more smoothly in the ballads
  37. Chapter Thirty-OneDid that really just happen?
  38. Chapter Thirty-TwoDon’t tell me you’re scared, Sir Knight
  39. Chapter Thirty-ThreeThey’ll kill anyone who tries to upset the order of things
  40. Chapter Thirty-FourA girl who knows exactly who she is
  41. Chapter Thirty-FiveMeditations he learned on an ancient mountaintop
  42. Chapter Thirty-SixRide off into the sunset with nothing but a change of underwear
  43. Interstitial
  44. Chapter Thirty-SevenYou’d be very surprised by what a fancy lady can get done
  45. Chapter Thirty-EightI can show you a thing or two
  46. Chapter Thirty-NineIf I taught you to dream, then I was wrong
  47. Chapter FortyNo better than they are
  48. Interstitial
  49. Chapter Forty-OneThe crowd went wild
  50. Chapter Forty-TwoThe terrible sound of a thousand people not knowing what to say
  51. Chapter Forty-ThreeSomeone get this hysterical girl out of here!
  52. Chapter Forty-FourA foolish, reckless idiot with her head in the clouds
  53. Chapter Forty-Five. . . Or it’s tricky to put back together again
  54. Chapter Forty-SixIt came up from the mine
  55. Chapter Forty-SevenLike she’d ridden straight out of legend
  56. Chapter Forty-EightTwo wounded creatures, facing each other across the empty battlefield
  57. Interstitial
  58. Chapter Forty-NineYou were never alone
  59. Chapter FiftyNever Sende a Manne to Do a Woman’s Jobbe
  60. Acknowledgments
  61. About the Authors
  62. Back Ad
  63. Endorsements
  64. Books by Amie Kaufman and Meagan Spooner
  65. About the Publisher

Gwen was so lost in her thoughts—or rather, in trying to push them away—that she didn’t notice someone had beaten her to her destination.

“I see you deal with your nerves through action, too,” called Sir Orson as he strode toward her, sheathing his sword and offering Gwen a wave. “You know, Isobelle just eats hers. Sometimes I wonder if that isn’t the smarter thing.”

Gwen blinked down at him in confusion. “Nerves?”

Sir Orson raised one blond eyebrow. “It’s just us, you can admit you’re worried about the final, too. C’mon, join me. It’ll be a better workout with both of us.”

Gwen dismounted. “Why are you so worried? It’s not like you want to marry Isobelle.”

Orson watched Gwen as she unbuckled her sheath from Achilles’s saddle and belted it around her waist. “So weird to see you wearing that in a dress,” he muttered, brow furrowing. “Hmm? Oh—well, no. I’ll do my best to make her happy, but I admit it’s not just the chance to marry the dragon sacrifice. There’s all the gold, for one thing. That money would go a long way on an estate like mine. I’m not rich like Isobelle. It would solve . . . many problems.” His gaze was lowered, thoughtful. Then he looked up with a grin. “And reputation is important for a knight, you know.”

For a real knight, anyway. He didn’t say it—he was too congenial, offering Gwen a sheepish smile and shrugging. But Gwen could hear the words ringing in her ears.

Orson’s smile faded. “You okay?”

“Isobelle’s friend Sylvie is to marry Sir Ralph,” Gwen found herself saying before she could think to stop herself. “I can’t get it out of my head. Sylvie’s never been my biggest fan, but no woman deserves a man like that. And it could have been Isobelle. It will be Isobelle, eventually.”

Orson was quiet, Gwen’s heartbeats stretching into the quiet—and, miraculously, slowing gradually. Just speaking about it made the weight of the news easier to bear.

“It wasn’t Isobelle this time,” Orson said finally, and then added with a shudder, “and if I win, I’ll be nothing like Ralph. I wouldn’t mind if you . . .” He hesitated, glancing at Gwen and then reaching up to pat Achilles experimentally on the neck. “You know. If you wanted to visit her now and then. So long as you were discreet.”