Prologue
Margarry was the girl who made him crazy. Owen thought about her when he was gone and he constantly wondered what she would think of everything he saw and of what she was doing back at Cavall. Their parting kisses were memories that would always be ingrained in his mind.
Wyldon only reluctantly let him court her, eyeing the two of them warily as they pleaded with him to let it happen. Of course, when they were alone, Wyldon told him that he could imagine no one better than him if she had to be dating someone.
"But of course," Wyldon said. "If you ever hurt her, I will kill you. That, Jesslaw, is a fact."
Owen solemnly replied that he could never imagine doing so and he absolutely couldn't. Owen had been with a couple of girls in between his time as a squire but those relationships never worked out. Yet Margarry was truly something special and he had never felt how he had with her. She was the most precious thing in his life and he would've given his life rather than have anything hurt her.
Owen could see his life mapped out ahead of him- he would be a knight, marry Margarry and have beautiful babies together. Yet nothing could have prepared him for the day when Margarry came into his room, sobbing, and told him everything.