My Little Enemy

William closed his eyes briefly, then looked up at her as if amused.

"I can't know for sure because as you say, my uncle is as cunning and unpredictable as an old fox. But yes, I suspect he'll use you as a threat to make Kenneth hand over those maps."

Camilla tugged off her riding boots and stretched herself alongside her husband. "And here I was thinking that marriage to you had taken the shine off me as a potential heir to Moraigth. Isn't that the only reason my uncle agreed to let us wed?"

"Yes and no." he chuckled. "I think you'll find that forcing through a marriage is made a little easier when the bride is being held prisoner by the groom's family."

"Prisoner, you say?" Camilla leaned over and tickled William's ribs. "I think what you mean to call me is the king's esteemed guest."