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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 swallowed. She’d scarcely spoken a word of French since her mother died. But when she opened her mouth, the words came to her as if she’d been conversing with her mother just yesterday. “Il m’arrive parfois d’avoir le mal du pays, c’est vrai. Mais comme vous le dites, j’ai de la chance d’avoir Isobelle.” Gwen hesitated. She wasn’t sure why Sylvie was so suspicious, unless she thought Gwen herself was taking advantage of her friend. “Je reconnais la valeur de son amitié.”

I know the value of her friendship.

Gwen dared not look over at Isobelle, the other girl’s stunned silence already too much to bear. Sylvie was frowning slightly at her own failure to discover what untruths Gwen was hiding from her.

Gwen gave her a watery smile, and said in English, “Forgive me, but I’m quite tired—I will see you all tonight, at the bonfire.” She inclined her head and then made her way as quickly as she could toward her room.

She could feel Isobelle’s eyes, wide and staring, following her the entire way.

Chapter Twenty
Just don’t tell the other knights I screamed

It seemed all Darkhaven had turned out for the dragon bonfire. The grassy slopes around the castle were a riot of sounds and colors, with commoners and nobility alike mingling to enjoy the spectacle. Dotting the grounds were piles of wood and brush waiting to be lit, and directly down the hill from the castle gate was a vast open area and a platform where the speeches and main entertainments would take place.

From the moment Olivia had popped into Gwen’s room with a pile of fabric over one arm and a box of cosmetics in the other, Gwen had been dreading the entire affair. Dealing with Isobelle was a challenge at the best of times, when Gwen was wearing armor or riding her horse or holding a sword, and all was as it should be between them. But thus far, every effort to face her down on her home turf—the land of fabrics and cosmetics and social niceties—had been disastrous.

She’d tried a halfhearted protest, but Olivia had taken a step back and looked at Gwen, chin lowered, eyes intent, and said evenly, “The only way you are escaping this room is wearing this dress, these cosmetics, and these hair ribbons. Do I make myself clear?”