“It’s really peaceful. The sound of the water and the rock formations are almost magical.”

“Did you watch the sunrise together?” Isabelle asked.

“Aye, we did.” Gwen sighed, remembering the poignant moment when Greylen directed her attention to the rising sun.

“Well?”

“Well, what?” Gwen laughed.

“Gwendolyn, you’re my sister now, you must tell me everything.”

Gwen only smiled. “I saw you dancing with Gavin last night,” she said, not subtly changing the subject.

Isabelle shook her head. “It felt wonderful to dance with him, but once again, he treats me as always, Gwendolyn.”

“He’ll come around, Isabelle, just give it some more time.”

“I’m eighteen, Gwendolyn. I’ve been waiting since the first time he smiled at me and called me Bella.” She sighed. “I must see to my studies. We can speak more at supper.”

For the rest of the day, Gwen waited for Greylen to return. But when Anna came to the library and announced supper, she knew he wouldn’t be joining them. She loved these dinners so much, but tonight she kept looking to the archway. Her behavior didn’t go unnoticed and before she knew it, Lady Madelyn was explaining Greylen’s countless duties. “He must check with the tenants, meet with the border patrols, and likely spend hours in his study. His responsibilities are endless, Gwendolyn.”

“I must seem selfish,” Gwen admitted, more than a little disappointed with herself.

“Nay, daughter, selfish is a word I would never use to describe your behavior.”

“Thank you, Lady Madelyn.”

“You may call me Mother, Gwendolyn. If you so choose.”

It was more than she could take, so many changes and all so fast. She felt overwhelmed and quietly excused herself. She kissed Isabelle good night and then Lady Madelyn, making sure to whisper “Good night, Mother” in her ear.

Back in her chamber, Gwen changed into one of Greylen’s shirts. She thought to lie down and wait for him, but awoke to strong, warm lips as Greylen sat on the bed beside her. He was back! She hoped her smile and touch conveyed just that.

“I’m sorry I woke you,” he whispered.

“I hope you’re not that sorry. Are you coming to bed?”

“I will be if you continue—ah, Gwen.” He groaned. “I’ve ledgers to see to.”

“You must be exhausted, Greylen,” she said, brushing her fingers through his wet hair.

“I’m fine,” he assured her, giving her another quick kiss before adding, “Go back to sleep, love. I’ll be up later.”

“Can I sit with you in the study?”

“You’d sit with me…while I work?” he asked.

“Of course,” Gwen said quickly.

It seemed to take a moment for him to realize what she offered him. “Come then. I’m going to have Cook prepare something. Are you hungry?”

“You haven’t eaten?” She grabbed his shirt. “Are you frigging kidding me? Supper was hours ago, Greylen. You must be starved.”