Age of Faith

Chapter 49

"That's not me." Annyn stared at her transformation in the mirror that was Josse

vested. “I don't know who it is.”

Lady Isobel clapped. “This is Lady Annyn Wulfrith, my daughter, my

wife of sons, mother of my grandchildren.”

Grandchildren. Will there be? Maybe there is one growing inside

she's she?

He touched his face. Although he rejected the powder, Isobel had persuaded him

to apply a slight blushing of the cheeks to her cheeks and lips and a light shadow to her

eyelids. But it was more than that that that kept him glued, more than—

thick white veil with gem circle of gold wire, more than

the wisps of black hair were pulled forward and made to look feminine with their pallor

leathers.

It was a weave of purple silk and gold woven by Isobel and Josse

worked until late at night so Annyn could wear it to receive Henry—the

causes of their tired face, and where Annyn cried when they—

presented it. With fine embroidery on his neck, tip, and wrist, his arm

the one that opened past her knees, her low waist and her long carriage, it was more beautiful

than her mother's dress was enough at Castle Lillia. And it suits him

every curve, shows that he does have some.

He stepped back to look more at himself in the mirror and thought maybe—

even called her beautiful.

"Who can deny you, hmm?" Shadow Lady Isobel joined

it's Annin's.

Annyn met her gaze in the mirror. “Never have I had a dress made just

for me."

“I think not.” "thank you. And you, Jose." “What an honor, Mistress.” Josse dipped, causing the mirror light to vibrate around the room. "Your husband is waiting below" said Lady Isobel. Annyn surprises-plumped her skirt and strangely is vibrated by a scrap under that hand—and is surprised that she has to be fun .even Garr is happy?Will the ladder find him?Pushing behind his shoulders, putting up his train.Isobel outrank him in the corridor, then out there the voices rise.

Did Garr let Henry in? Annyn did not pray, hoping to be by her husband's side as the duke descended A few steps from the hall, Garr's mother looked around “Don't forget that you are now Wulfrit.” “I would never. When Annyn stepped into the hall, she became the object of dearest concern. Mumbles rippled among the knights, bodyguards, courtyards, and servants who gathered— though not from Henry, for he was not yet inside, as witnessed by her husband who was alone in the pulpit except Abel.

Wearing a red tunic that was picked out with a silver belt hung with a sword and misericorde, silver hair combed back from his forehead, Garr stared. Does he exist? Annyn gripped her waist as she crossed the hall with carefully adjusted steps like the one Uncle taught her — futile steps were enough, enough, but to step into the hall would diminish the image that Lady Isobel and Josse took such pain to. Garr's mouth curled, and he went down the pulpit. "My wife is the most." He grabbed and stuck it on them. For this, the women passed out, but not Annyn.

Although her clothes may seem that she was raised as that woman, and she improved on them, she cannot easily give men things that have given meaning to her life when there is none. And even if he could, he wouldn't. Garr Wulfrith has never seen his last swordplay with Annyn Bretanne now Annyn Wulfrith. "You ready?" She asked. "I." "Let Henry in, Abel." The usually cute younger brother's face was now extremely grim, he nodded.

Garr led Annyn around the table, sat her to her right, and lowered her to her master's seat. Lady Isobel and her daughters also sat at the high table. The hall became silent, except for whispers that could not be reached. In that silence, Annyn found Rowan where she was standing near a niche, flanked by gunmen, her face thin even from a distance. Since this is the day of his judgment, this is the day of his judgment.

Did he eat anything this morning? he wondered when their eyes met, and only realized his stomach was empty. But he's not hungry. Not when Duke Henry was outside—and soon inside—wall Stern. He considered Sir Merrick leaning against the wall next to the stairs. A few days ago he heard that he was about to leave the Wulfrit service and wondered if it had anything to do with his question.

Somehow, he had to bring it himself before he left. As he returned his attention to the table, he was struck by the absence of Henry's envoy, Sir Drake. He wasn't among many people, meaning he went out to meet Henry. It means Henry doesn't need to see the one hanging in the window to know Garr Wulfrith has taken a wife. Before long, pounding clawed through the hall as Henry and his men walked into the inner bailey. Annyn looked at Garr who was interested in her on the open doorway. His jaw hardened, he once again became a warrior.

Metal clinks, bouncing and banging boots, and grunts and curses welcomed the entry of Henry and his men. Sir Drake on one hand, Abel on the other, young Henry who did not look like the one who was going to be king, came first. With her quick and loose steps, her careless, mottled and mud-stained clothes almost all the way to her waist, her red hair and her cut beard, she looked more like an ordinary person. She knew about the wedding, so pale that she only looked a little bit of her bluish purple— just like Lavonne came behind her.

Under the table, a hand to cover Annyn's hand briefly. "It's okay," Garr softly recounted, continuing to divulge Henry. Lesson four, right? Keep Your Eyes on Your Opponent. He stood up to receive the duke, and Annyn and the others stood with him. “Duke Henry!” Gar called. “We are very happy to receive you in our hall.” The big man stepped into the pulpit. “That lie is better told by a woman, Baron Wulfrith,” she spits with her raucous voice, then stabs Annyn with her blue-gray story.

Eyes on your opponent. He hugged her and was glad she did, otherwise he would have been shocked in her eyes.he had indeed changed, and even the mighty Henry could not hide his shock. But will it soften it? He's back at Garr. “What enemy do you want to make of me, Baron Wulfrith?” Even though Garr is standing in front of a man who might soon call the whole of England, he is undaunted.“Enemies that I will not allow into my walls.”Henry's mottled nose widens.“Then why are you taking what is not yours?”Whatever Garr's emotions, he doesn't show it.Saja, Annyn feels constantly and his premonition towards the man who is many years younger than her.“My lord, as you know, the woman Annyn and I were married yesterday.

In every way, we are now husband and wife.Therefore, about whom she comes from, I must be different.Lady Annyn Wulfrith is mine.”Annyn did not, claimed by Garr over her, because on the night before, she actually claimed it as hers.She glanced at the shining silver ring in her left hand.In Henry's pause, Lavonne growled, "He introduced!"The future king swung his head, and before saying a word, Annyn almost pityed Lavonne."Get you back!"as the barons retreated, Henry returned to Garr."Everyone knows that your marriage is a secret."Her tone was a little softer, probably because it was easing her on Lavonne."You're going to risk being ostracized for a woman who's considered to be the man she might want you to be?"The muscle in Garr's jaw twitched, but when he spoke, his voice didn't talk about it.“Surely, Duke Henry, you did not come to Stern to talk about things that cannot be changed.”Henry's Eyes Glowed.

Garr put his palms above the level above and leaned forward."Especially since there's something far more valuable than it can be changed, and sooner if you make me your ally."Henry revealed, then, little by little, to be thinking.As if everyone was holding their breath, the hall resounded with a silence so deep that the gentle snoring of a dog could be heard."Earlmu agrees?"asked Henry.Then Rowan might also be freed from the wrath of the duke?Annin prayed so.Garr body."He agreed he would go to whichever side the Wulfrits went to."Is it like that?Nonetheless, the Wulfritths were well aware by their masters who listened to them often, surprising that he allowed one of his barons to sever all his lands for him.

Is that guy really weak?"You fool," Henry murmured, then shouted, "Clean the hall! Baron Sevard and Baron Cheetham, you'll stay."The two old men stepped forward.

"Like my brother, Sir Abel," said Garr.

"I hand you a high chair, my lord."

With an empty hall around them, Henry circled the table. In his approach,

Annyn looked at Garr.

"Go," he said gently, then more gently, "Please say goodbye to Rowan. She's gone

Hard today.”

Before Henry remembers? If they're alone, Annyn will kiss

her husband's. "I'm grateful to you." He turned around, but Henry blocked his path.

Although a burly man, he was not tall. Indeed, he outperformed Annyn little by little. Stares

loudly, he said, “Pray that your husband may bid better than you, Annyn

Bretanne.”

He dipped his head. "I am now Annyn Wulfrith, my Lord."

His upper lip is curved.

Holding a smile, he stepped around her.

"Annyn Bretanne, now Wulfrith!" stopped him.

He turned around and struggled to hide his shock over the sharp contrast between

Duke and Garr where they stand together. Not only is her husband close

head taller than Henry, he's like a beacon to light candles others—

handsome of face and shape, distinguished by the shock of silver hair that he

he longs to push his fingers. "My lord?"

He turned his eyes down. “In one thing I'm happy — you heed me

advice on footwear.”

She followed her gaze to peek from the sandals under her skirt.

Remembering the boots she wore at Castle Lillia, a bubble of laughter

past her lips. "'What good advice, my lord." He stuck his leg out

better show me the sandals. “Much more comfortable than boots.”

"And more feminine."

Annyn caught Garr's questioning gaze before she turned her attention to

serving dara. “Our best bottle of wine!”

As Annyn crossed the pulpit, she looked across the empty hall but—

for a handful, among them Rowan and his bodyguard, Sir Merrick where he lingered

near the door, and Lavonne is walking towards the latter.

Annyn started towards Rowan, but then she saw Lavonne stop earlier

Merricks. Their words whispered formless air, and whatever was spoken,

it caused Sir Merrick's face to darken. Lavonne's profile shows she's no more

amiable.

Remember when Sir Merrick caught him on the stairs at Wulfen and

warning that Lavonne is unbelievable, she stops and struggles to reset