Rosamund.
After Nevan left the room, I dropped into one of the chairs, turning Nevan's words over in my mind.
At least one thing was clear: my marriage to Nevan was for convenience and not because he liked me. I thought about what my father had told me regarding how Nevan had personally come to ask for my hand in marriage, and for a moment, I wondered if I should confront him about that.
If he didn't like me, what was so special about me that he wanted to marry me?
I was lost in these thoughts when a high, shrill sound pierced through the air. It was coming from somewhere outside, either from the courtyard or the garden. It was a scream born of bone-deep terror.
I was on my feet before the sound finished. I threw open the parlour door and ran down the corridor, past two startled maids who pressed themselves against the wall, past Mrs Harlow emerging from the kitchen with a hand over her heart.
"I heard screaming. What happened?" I demanded.
