As much as he hated sending her away, at the conclusion of their meal, Jocelynn's constant shadow since her arrival in Lothian March came to collect her after nearly precisely one hour. The stern-faced Confessor Eleanor gave Owain a stern look that suggested she realized how close he'd come to robbing Jocelynn of her virtue before they could even be publicly betrothed, but she seemed to know her place well enough to keep her lips sealed about anything she witnessed.
"I'll begin making preparations to visit Baron Hanrahan with you and the Guild Masters, my lord," Jocelynn said with an overly proper curtsey that nonetheless gave Owain a tantalizing view of her pert bosom as she left his dining room. "I look forward to being able to help you more now that I can be at your side while you negotiate with the merchants," she said, smiling warmly at him before schooling her features into an expression more appropriate for a sister-in-law than someone who would soon become his bride.
