“Where is Liam?” Willow hissed, as Eisen handed her up into a fancy open carriage. The carriage was being pulled by a matching pair of white geldings, with colorful ribbons woven into their manes. Someone passed Violet up, and Willow settled the baby on her lap.
“He’s waiting for you at the chapel.” Eisen tried to give her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, I’m right behind you. I’ve got your back, Duchess.” He squeezed her hand and then left her to swing up onto his own mount. As promised, he rode behind her as the carriage carried her out of Connor Keep and through the village.
Villagers lined the streets, eager to see the new duchess and the passing carriage. When the duke had married his first wife, there had been great ceremony or celebration. “She’s truly beautiful,
