Page 7 of Silent Knight: Alexander

“Where do you and your wife live?” asked Charlotte fishing for answers.

“I’m not married.”

Her interest piqued. “Is that so? Why not?”

He flashed her a confused look and shook his head slightly. His eyes dropped down to his leg.

“Oh,” she said, understanding what he meant. Now, she regretted asking because all she did was put him in an uncomfortable position. She needed to do something to change the conversation quickly. “Where did you learn to wield the sword so well?” she asked, having been awestruck that a commoner could fight with such precision.

“I learned from my father.”

“Crandell Masterson,” she said, repeating the name she’d heard him say earlier. “Lady Summer said he was once a guard right here at Framlingham Castle?”

“Aye, that’s right.”

“Why did he leave? And where did you live your entire life?”

She supposed in her eagerness to get to know him better, she asked too many questions. He didn’t seem to like it at all. He squirmed in the saddle and directed his horse forward.

“Excuse me, Lady Charlotte, but my horse needs to run.” Then with a flick of the reins, his horse took off at a run surprising her that the old thing could even move that fast.

“That horse isn’t the one who needed to run,” she mumbled to herself, feeling as if no man would ever want her again.