The Forgetting Moon (Five Warrior Angels, #1)

by Brian Lee Durfee

Gault had a vivid recollection of the day he had first met her—a lone cloaked figure, shivering and stumbling across the dusky plains of the Sør Sevier Nordland Highlands, a babe in swaddling blankets in her arms. Gault, newly knighted in King Aevrett’s army, patrolling the highlands, had ridden up to her on his roan destrier. “Don’t take me back to him, Ser,” she had said, the hood of her tattered cloak falling from her face, revealing the eighteen-year-old beauty beneath. “I beg of you, Ser knight, don’t take me back to that monster.” Gault did not take Avril back to whatever monster had fathered her baby girl. He did not ask for the man’s name, either. Instead he had swooped Avril and the babe up onto his roan and carried them to Rokenwalder. In the city of their king they married. Together they had named the baby Krista, and for the next two years Avril and Gault had raised her, Gault treating the babe as his own. Even after Avril had died, Gault looked after the girl as a noble knight should, never telling Krista that she was not the seed of his own loins, never feeling the need to. The war in Adin Wyte had torn him away from Krista when she was but seven. A brief visit with her at twelve, and then off to conquer Wyn Darrè. King Aevrett watched over her now. Gault missed her so. As he missed Avril. He sometimes felt so lonely for his wife he feared the pain of it would someday be the end of him.

Nail’s sister?