Morwen Thorne had visited Lothian City several times before, accompanying her parents to grand tournaments or gatherings of the Lothian Court. More often than not, there had been an honor guard present to receive her father when they entered the city, even if it was only a dozen common soldiers and a sergeant from Lothian Manor who came to meet noblemen arriving at the docks.
This time, the honor guard had assembled for the boat that carried Lord Loghlan Dunn, her father, and the other knights and ladies of the baron's retinue. Meanwhile, Morwhen found herself all but sneaking off the cog she shared with Lady Ashlynn.
Many of the young ladies she'd met in Lothian City would have considered it a significant slight to arrive at the grandest city of the march in such a state, but Morwen was barely aware of her feet touching the wobbly boards of the icy gangplank as she held tightly to Sir Ollie's strong, muscular forearm.
