"There she is, the king slayer." Ryker tossed a coin into the air and caught it. "Heads, you live through today."
Guinevere's face went red. It was all too fresh. She racked her brain for something witty to shoot back at him. Something. Anything. Nothing came.
Blair gave her arm a squeeze. "Gwen. Ignore him. He has been insufferable since before you killed anyone."
Two hundred warriors stopped training at the same moment, all watching.
The second in command of Drakencrest did not give first lessons. Ever. The rumor had moved through the Keep in under an hour that the small white-haired woman beside him was the king's new wife, though no announcement had been made, and the combination of those two facts had every training pair on the field finding a reason to drift closer.
Ryker ignored all of them.
