He's never quite been this disappointed in her, and he's known her for a long time. Been her knight-master, overseen her when she was a green knight. He had confidence in her. Loved her like she was his own.
He almost couldn't believe his eyes at first. Keladry couldn't. Wouldn't.
But the evidence doesn't lie. It's Lord Wyldon's handwriting on that note, his handwriting forming those lovestruck letters.
Mithros, Kel. Raoul thinks long and hard. Of all the men it had to be Cavall. The one who could ruin her worse than she might think.
It should have been him, or it should have been Queenscove, any other married man but that one.