"Cruelty?" Jocelynn said, blinking in surprise as she turned away from the courtyard for the first time since Isabell had arrived to truly look at the other woman. In her hand, her teacup clattered lightly against the saucer on the table as she set it down. "Do you really, really see him that way?" she asked hesitantly.
After hearing how Isabell had fought in a brutal civil war for the right to bring her husband away from the court of the Emerald King, Jocelynn had hoped that Isabell would understand Owain better than anyone else. After all, Isabell had fought in just as many battles or perhaps even more battles than Owain had, and she still chose a life of love with the man who won her heart with poetry. If Isabell could do that, then… couldn't Owain do the same?
