I shuddered just thinking about him and was glad the Trial only forced one date with each suitor because Lord Woodsbury, the third son of the Isalee Territory archon, had made my skin crawl, and not because he was interested in me. He’d spent the better part of the evening watching one of the young serving girls. She’d still been in the midst of maturing. Wing buds had sprouted through her shirt, but she couldn’t have been more than fourteen winters. Despite that, Lord Woodsbury had watched her avidly, his interest rabid and uncouth considering she was still a child.
