![]() ![]() Ever since Archbishop Becket’s death last year, the Queen had become suspicious of anything her husband the King did. Yet, like a bad dream spinning out of control, it had all gone so horribly wrong.īronwyn and his friend Earl Hugh of Wynnedom were somehow involved with King Henry. The task assigned to her had seemed so simple. She closed her eyes against the memory of being found naked in bed with him. William of Bronwyn was too large and frightening, his shoulders too broad, his manners too coarse. Sarah trembled at the mere mention of his name. A temporary marriage to Bronwyn will prove less of a trial than rotting in a cell.’ ‘Marriage to a brutal stranger is not worth more than my freedom.’ Eleanor’s relentless stare prompted Sarah to temper her response. Unmindful of the voice inside her head urging her to leave the chamber without comment, Sarah turned to face the Queen. Icy fingers of dread clutched her spine at Eleanor’s implied threat. Lady Sarah of Remy felt the Queen’s glare against her back as she walked toward the chamber door. ![]() ‘You should be grateful for your freedom.’ The hard edge of warning beneath Queen Eleanor’s words was unmistakable. Queen Eleanor’s Court at Poitiers-May 1171 ![]()
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