Mourning the loss.
Ananke is under contract as well.
Balgair looked down into Heather’s eyes. “Are you sure that you’re ready?”
The young woman gulped as she fell into his eyes. “Aye, Maighstir, I am ready.” Am I ready?, I guess. Now that the moment approached to go outside in broad daylight, she was nervous. Each of the townspeople had seen her at her worst, both when she had money and when she didn…