Nevan
I looked at her, and at the tears she was fighting to hold back.
"Jennifer," I said carefully. "We agreed that what happened between us was a mistake. We both decided to move past it. You know why we cannot —"
"Don't you dare!" she held up a hand. "Don't stand there and recite our agreement as though it were mutual. You decided, and I accepted. There's a difference."
I said nothing because she was right, and denying it would only make this worse.
"But this isn't about us," she continued. "This is about Rosamund Fletcher. That girl spoke to you today in a way no one in this kingdom would dare. She accused you of violating her. She threatened you in the dining hall, and instead of putting her in her place, you sat there and took it." Jennifer's eyes narrowed. "That is not the man I know."
"Rosamund is adjusting to a situation she didn't choose —"
