“Lord Rowan is forty years my senior, bald as a stone, with a belly that weighs more than I do. I’ve bedded two of his sons. The eldest and thirdborn, I think it was. Not both at once, that would have been improper.” Lady Baela was known to be deliberately provocative at times.

She was fierce in love and in anger. She did not always care for me, but for what she gave me in the end, I'm grateful.

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