Age of Faith

Chapter 44

It wasn't what he wanted, but that was how it was. Nor would he be the one to stroll among the stalls with Annyn in search of cloth, he said, especially since they did so under the curiosity of the people who had witnessed their contest on the practice field.

But he'll look at the task and know it's done. "It." He achieved a goal that excitedly smelled of chewable parsley. From behind the folds of red and white striped cloth, Garr gave off a bright blue color. "Almerian sutra," the merchant hummed. "The best, my lord, is fit for a woman." Garr looked towards Annyn and looked towards the forest facing Stern. As if immersed in his thoughts, he twisted the ring on his thumb.Maybe the cloth was unnecessary. "Mrs Annyn," cut it. He looks around. "My lord?" Hating that awkward task, he produced that cloth. "What do you think?" “It's beautiful.” He flips. Lord, why am I, a warrior, persuading a woman to judge a cloth? “How much el?” a voice came from behind. Garr looked around at his mother.

What is he doing in the market, he who avoids such frivolity? For the items needed in his house, he always sent another one. Of course, curiosity must have ignited when she came downstairs with Annyn. He asks if everything is okay, and he has told him that it will happen soon, then leaves donjon with Annyn behind. "Five ells in that section, ma'am," the merchant replied. "Annyn turned around, twitching as if she had just realized Isobel had joined them. "My girl." Isobel options on the table. “Surely you can do better than this, trader.” "I've got some Imperial." He's behind the desk. When he found out, a rich purple silk film to find one arm, intertwined above the other, intertwined a golden thread. "These seven el." He raised purple. "Eight this time." “Let's see which one best matches the colorful.” The merchant came around the table and put red on Annyn's cheek. "No," said Isobel, "it doesn't match her skin." He leaked Annyn. "And you won't take the flour to your face?" "I'm not liked, Miss." Garr wasn't surprised he wouldn't care to see her pale and pale either.

He was on an unmade face that looked fresh like rain. Undoubtedly, when she was an old woman she would still have that simple radiance. He almost wished he was there to see it. “Then, let's try the purple one,” said Lady Isobel. The color was in stark contrast to Annyn's white skin and black hair, the golden thread giving a gleam to her sad eyes. "The purple will be." Isobel set his sights on the merchant. “And do not think to price too high, because there are others who will soon take our coin.” "I wouldn't think so, Miss!" He looked at Garr. “Now everything is fine?” Hardly not, but she doesn't need to know her fight over Annyn. "Pretty good." He's spinning. Although he did not intend to return to the training field, he had to cut down a mop. "I'll talk to you," Isobel stopped him, then returned to the merchant. A few minutes later, the man placed the cloth over Annyn's arm. "Go back to the donjon, Lady Annyn," said Isobel, "and tell Josse that he will help you make a bliaut suitable for noble women."

Garr leaked towards Annyn while heading towards the suspension bridge and could not help but sympathize, or think that he stole from Stern—'s arm if it slid through his arm. “Walk with me.” He was not used to such requests, satisfied because he was with a self-imposed confinement inside the donjon. He was also uncomfortable with his arms joining him as if they were close because they had never done so since he left Stern at the age of four. He pulled her away from the merchants and the castle. “You should take a shower tonight,” he said as they approached the ancient oak outside the field.

He smells like an animal. It was hard to believe Annyn allowed her to be so close, that she would bring him if asked that she educate him not to remind him that he would not use it. It was wrong, and he felt the displeasure of God. "When you pull it up" said Isobel, "I'm afraid..." "You have a good reason for that, ma'am." He did not speak again until they reached the shade of the oak tree. Pulling his arm from his arm, he tilted his head back to reveal through my power.

"The tree has grown a lot." He crossed into the trunk and leaned there. Garr was surprised to see his youth he was standing there, but as he closed the distance between them, the growing lines around his eyes, nose, and mouth were visible. “You don't understand, do you?” she said. "Mother?" "It doesn't make sense, but maybe, it doesn't make sense." The riddle! Why are so many words when less is enough? "I don't know what you found." "I'm talking about your feelings." As if there was something important in her reaction, she revealed a sharp look towards him.

Garr was eager to pretend he didn't know, but he knew Annyn who he meant, and it wanted to go. If not for the tears in her mother's eyes, she would have succeeded. “It was the same for me,” he said. "With Robert." "Who?" “Men I love. Which I cannot have.” Although Garr had never heard the man's name spoken, he knew there were people trying to steal his mother from Drogo— just as he had almost stolen Annyn from Lavonne half an hour before. "Not that I know it's love on the first day." Voice lowered. “Indeed not, but something in me knew it would be love. And it happens, even though it's love that doesn't happen to happen. ”Not right of you getting engaged to dad?” he pushed too hard. His wet look met her. "Nothing because your father killed him." "What?" “On the day I will marry Drogo, I stole from Stern and on the other side of this tree.” He put his palms on a rough bark.but this is where Robert came for me, before we lost a league, Drogo overtook us.”

Not that I knew it on the first day." Voice lowered. "Indeed no, but something in myself happens it's going to be, even though it's love that's not love because you're engaged to your father happens." ?" he pushed too hard. His wet look met her. "Nothing because your father killed him." "What?" "On the day I will marry Drogo, I steal from Stern and on the other side of this tree.” He put a hand on the rough bark “This is where Robert came for me, but before we lost a league, Drogo overtook us.” Not that I knew it on the first day." Voice lowered. "Indeed no, but something in myself happens it's going to be, even though it's love that's not love because you're engaged to your father happens." ?" he pushed too hard. His wet look met her. "Nothing because your father killed him." "What?" "On the day I will marry Drogo, I steal from Stern and on the other side of this tree.” He put a hand on the rough bark “This is where Robert came for me, but before we lost a league, Drogo overtook us.” even though it was love that didn't happen to happen. ”Not right of you getting engaged to dad?” he pushed too hard.

His wet look met her. "Nothing because your father killed him." "What?" “On the day I will marry Drogo, I stole from Stern and on the other side of this tree.” He put his palms on the rough bark, but this is where Robert came for me, before we lost a league, Drogo overtook us.” I stole from Stern and pop on the other side of this tree.” He put his palms on the rough bark, but this is where Robert came for me, before we lost a league, Drogo overtook us.” I stole from Stern and on the other side of this tree.” He put his palms on a rough bark.but this is where Robert came for me, before we lost a league, Drogo overtook us.”Garr could admit it— was carefully controlled, even though his hot breath fanned everything. “She and Robert meet at the sword, and Robert falls. No one can match Drogo.” The man she loved was killed by the man she hated, and that's where marriage was made. That explains a lot of things.

His mother pressed her hands into his mouth. Fearing he would collapse, Garr placed a hand on his shoulder and urged him to sit down. He lowered the tree to its base. Gar wait. For some reason, he wanted to know what had happened between his parents to make them such a bitter couple. What caused Drogo to take the four-year-old away from his mother and put her into training aimed at those whose age was doubled? Isobel held a hand on her lap. “After that, your father returned me to Stern and we married—that day.” Regardless of what fell into Drogo's path, he was always on the urge. Isobel applauded Garr. “I'm not a good wife. Pray though I do it to dispel my hatred, every time I see your father, I see the man who killed Robert. If Drogo loved me, maybe I could recover, but he didn't. I was young, beautiful, with a good size to breed, and had all my teeth. That's what he bought, so I decided that's all he had.” Her head. “And now I am growing old with regret.

Regretting that Robert had lost me, regretting that I had not gone through that, regret for hating me on your father who caused him to take you from me as a young man, regret that I refused his offer of peace. Now that is enjoyed only making girls, and too soon they will also marry men they do not love.” A tear rolled down his cheek. “But you, Garr, have been given a rare opportunity to marry a woman unlike your mother. Miss Annyn—” “Wednesday!” Garr retreated so suddenly the birds in the tree flew. "Is your mind lost, Mom?" He's risen. "He feels you, and if you're honest, you feel it." As he opened up to deny it, he worked in his head. “Prudent words. Lied." "You're wrong. Although I might want Annyn Bretanne in my bed, that's all. ” “Then, like, lost. But tell me, what about when Henry came to Stern? Do you think you can give Lady Annyn to marry the man— the same thing Abel said was responsible for her bruised face?” Garr forced himself to stand firm. “You heard what Henry asked of the Wulfrit family, and one of the questions was I met Annyn Bretanne.

If I had to choose between a woman whose deception almost took my life, and my family, how did Henry come to Stern? Do you think you can give Lady Annyn to marry the man— the same thing Abel said was responsible for her bruised face?” Garr forced himself to stand firm. “You heard what Henry asked of the Wulfrit family, and one of the questions was I met Annyn Bretanne.

If I had to choose between a woman whose deception almost took my life, and my family, how did Henry come to Stern? Do you think you can give Lady Annyn to marry the man— the same thing Abel said was responsible for her bruised face?” Garr forced himself to stand firm. “You heard what Henry asked of the Wulfrit family, and one of the questions was I met Annyn Bretanne. If I had to choose between a woman whose deception almost took my life, and my family, the latter would win.”Isobel stepped closer and flicked the hair covering her forehead, reminding her of the little boy who knew that touch.“Garr Wulfrith, son of Drogo, England's most valuable knight coach, feared and unbelieving warriors, do not let your distrust of your true self.”She smiled.“There's only one weapon you have to use against Henry—your loyalty.

And it should not be without charge for him.”He dropped his hand to the side."Now I have to get back to donjon and start watching Lady Annyn's challenge."He stepped from under the tree but, after returning to the sunlight, looked around."You're not gonna give it to Lavonne."He said it with certainty like the one who spoke of death as the only absolute in life, then he left it.

Garr Look.Anyn Bretanne's vengeful robbery into her life has opened too many graves.But even though the man who made wanted to try hard with the stories of her suffering, the, he has accepted that it is best made of alliance, the love of marriage for those who are foolish and heartened, but here before him was the result of such a match.And he was not alone in his downfall, for Annyn's mother had also taken the path of heart and left the victim behind him.

Is he wrong?Got dad?And dad dad?Is the whole world wrong for forcing children to make families with people they don't care about?But then, how is the state of humanity governed by the heart?He's not going to think about it anymore.As he looked at the castle, he took a breath that attacked him with the loud scent of work.In one thing, his mother was right.He needed a bath