"Nyrielle and I are betrothed."
Five simple words shocked both guild masters with a statement that defied all conventions of propriety in the Kingdom of Gaal. But when they looked at her, Ashlynn's face held the shy smile and faint blush of a young woman who was helplessly in love. But even as she admitted to a relationship that would have been kept queit among the nobility of the kingdom, her voice was clear and pure without the slightest hint of evasion or shame.
Tiernan's cup slipped from his numb fingers, clattering against the carriage floor before rolling underneath the seat where the swaying of the carriage tossed it back and forth in an ironic approximation of the whiplash the guild master had felt ever since entering the carriage. His mouth worked soundlessly for several moments before he managed to croak out a question.
