It was all happening too fast, Charlotte thought. That was the thing that bothered her most. Ashlynn's memorial had been just two days ago. The ashes from the pyre were barely cold, and Owain was already standing at the altar, waiting for the next Blackwell sister to take the place of the first.
Charlotte didn't know what kind of man Lord Owain truly was behind the charming smile and the demon-slayer's reputation, but she knew what it looked like when a man was in too much of a hurry, and she didn't like what she saw.
Adala had added more to it when they spoke last night. She'd noticed a steady stream of knights and servants from Blackwell coming to see Jocelynn while she was having tea with them, and each time, the servants seemed reluctant to leave, even though Jocelynn had only given them a simple errand.
