#MedievalMonday2016 from The Angel and the Prince by Laurel O’Donnell

Excerpt: The sun was hot on Bryce’s bare shoulders. His arms were bound before him and his feet were tied from ankle to ankle, the rope running beneath the horse he rode. None of this bothered him, even though they had been riding all morning. His mind was absorbed with his captor. He could not stop staring at her riding so primly at the head of the army. Rage consumed him. He could feel the ropes aroundhis wrists digging into his flesh as he clenched and unclenched his hands. The disgr...