Chapter Sixty-Seven

Beyla looked up at Kaan, wondering what his motive was in all this. She had grown up with the notion that men from the east were not to be trusted.

“You say that my father may be alive, but how can this be? I saw him fall with my own eyes.”

“I have sources at the palace, pretty one,” he told her.

“Why did you go along with it and bring me here?”

“For your own safety.”

She smiled, causing him to look at her quizzically. “Seldom have I known a man to answer a direct question without fudging the answer. So, thank you for that.”

He gave her a small bow. “We are not all demons,” he said.

“I trusted him,” she raged.

“Philip was a strange one. That is why I told my men to hang fire and suggested they wait for my signal to sail. In some ways, I wish I had been wrong, Princess.”

“Don’t call me that. I’m just Beyla, the Jarl’s daughter, from Eggsor.”

“I’m afraid not, Princess. The marriage ceremony was completed, remember?”

“You won’t take me back, will you?”

“Never,” he vowed. “I’m not even in