"So she wasn't really Lady Ashlynn?"
"Did you hear? Lady Ashlynn was murdered the night of her wedding…"
"Lord Owain forced himself on her?"
"I saw Lady Ashlynn at the wedding, I did. I were carrying dishes ta tha' lower tables. She looks like Lady Ashlynn did, I swear it!"
"Looks like her? Enough to pass her child off as Lord Owain's heir you think? Is that why he…"
"Shush now! This sort of thing, it gets a man killed for knowing. You don't know nothing and I don't know nothing either!"
The whispers that swept through the crowded kitchen were like a wildfire, spreading rapidly on the heels of Samira's shocking confession that not only wasn't she Lady Ashlynn, the real Ashlynn had been murdered the night of her wedding. And most shocking of all, Samira was carrying Lord Owain's child!