"Appropriate arrangements, my lord?" Jocelynn asked, feigning mild surprise as she sipped the sweet, savory, and mildly spicy carrot and leek soup. "What sort of arrangements would I need to make this close to the ceremony?"
Bors' sudden and unexpected death had sent ripples through the entire march, and Owain was already making moves on a number of fronts. In some places, he was acting on the decrees that his father had signed before his death, using the opportunity to begin implementing plans that 'he' had developed with Jocelynn's 'occasional thoughts.' The days of Bors confused delusion, when he'd mistaken Jocelynn for his late wife Isla, had allowed her to advance several of the proposals she'd originally intended to use to prove to Bors that she could be a worthy Marchioness for Owain.
