“That Thorn couldn’t get married. I must admit, I can’t quite understand what could stop a man from taking a wife, if that’s his wish.” A ray of sunlight decided to enter the room and planted a golden kiss on Berenilde’s delicate neck. The little curls clustered at her nape gleamed. “Because he’s a bastard.” Ophelia blinked several times, dazzled by the light emerging beyond the windowpanes. Thorn had been born to an adulteress? “His late father, my brother, had the weakness of character to frequent a woman from another clan,”
