They walked together under the portcullis and she beamed up at her fine brother, thinking how much he too had changed. “You are far handsomer than I remember.”
He laughed at that.
“You should be married, Wulf.”
“You mean you set me free so that I can be imprisoned again, little sister?”
She smiled, linking her arm in his. Perhaps it was too soon to tell him that not only was marriage one of King William’s terms of amnesty for her brother—but he must also marry a Norman woman.
He would get used to the idea, she thought hopefully. After all, they had some time before the wife already picked out for him arrived for the wedding.
Three entire days.
The End