Lena followed Caspian down a quiet hallway lined with portraits. Oil paintings of stern-faced ancestors watched them pass. He stopped in front of a large window overlooking the garden. The afternoon light streamed through the glass, casting long shadows across the polished wood.

Caspian was quiet for a moment, then he turned to face her.

"I know you weren't really Theon's girlfriend," he said.

Lena's stomach dropped. "I—" He waved Lena off. "I'm not angry. I've known since the beginning." Lena stared at him. "You did?" Caspian nodded. "Jessica and I know our son. He doesn't bring women home. Especially not women married to his cousin." He chuckled. "We knew...