Talar rolled over on his bed, but couldn’t find a comfortable position. Mac hadn’t spent long with the Divine Voice and elders, and the preparations were well underway. There was nothing left for Talar to do but get rest. But he couldn’t get his thoughts to still. They kept whirling around and around, always flying back to Kaelyn, safe . . . with Wyndham.
He supposed it was fate, the way things were supposed to be. He just didn’t want to accept that. How could she be happy as a Princess?
He snorted. What woman didn’t want to be a princess? She just hadn’t struck him as the type to play court games. Which is what she’d have to face as Wyndham’s wife.
He jerked out of bed, dragged his shirt over his head, grabbed his sword and belt, and stalked out of the Inn. He didn’t want to think of her as Wyndham’s wife.