“I am Duke Hartford,” the man said. “And I came here to find a calificar-in-training that could serve my daughter. One not yet bound to the calificars. I would like you to become a knight in my service.”
That meant Elyssa was…
The walks in the gardens. The smiles. Her laughing at my jokes.
But that’s all it had been. All it could have ever been.
Why hadn’t she told me who she was?