“How?” Adrienne wiped the back of her hand across her forehead. The sun was too hot suddenly.

“ ’Twas in battle for the king, and in his dying he made a pledge, or so King James said, of fifteen years of his son’s life in service to the Crown, in exchange for the king’s protection of Dalkeith. In fact, Sidheach’s service ended only recently.”

Adrienne wrinkled her brow in confusion. Lydia’s bright flowers suddenly melted into a dizzying wash of color.

Lydia explained patiently, “Dalkeith is a rich keep. There was no man to protect us when my husband died. I was left with a wee heir of two months. Whether my husband actually made the pledge or James just invented it, I’ll never know. I doubt my Douglas would have pledged our son to King James in any manner, but one rarely wins an argument with a king. I wasn’t ready to wed again, my grieving for my husband was deep. The king’s men protected Dalkeith until I doffed my widow weeds. But James gave us his protection on the condition that the Hawk report to Edinburgh on his eighteenth birthday, for fifteen years of fealty. As he claimed my husband promised him.”

“You don’t believe your husband pledged the Hawk?” Adrienne asked, her vision growing cloudy. She blinked hard a moment and her vision cleared.

Lydia’s lovely face grew pensive, and for a long moment it seemed she might not answer the question at all. Adrienne could see memories flitting across her brow, some good, some obviously painful. “My Douglas was the second offer of marriage I received, Adrienne.”

“And the first?” Adrienne asked, trailing her fingertips in the cool, sweet water of the fountain and then dabbing a few droplets at her temples.

“King James.”

“Ah! A man scorned.”

“Decidedly scorned. And not a bit forgiving. King James had set his mind on me and was not to be dissuaded. It was in my sixteenth summer, and I was at court with your mother, Althea. We both received many offers of marriage that season, and James was one of my most ardent admirers. I didn’t take him too seriously, he was, after all, the king. It was only later that I discovered just how serious he was. But it was too late. I had set my mind on the Douglas when I was but a wee lass. And the Douglas, well, let’s just say it was short work persuading him.” Her green eyes twinkled with fond remembrances.

“So the king hates the Hawk because you turned down his offer of marriage? That seems incredibly childish.”

“He is. James was spoiled since the moment he was born. He was coddled and pampered and pandered to endlessly. By the time he was of age to marry, he had been doted on ceaselessly. He had never heard the word no in his entire life and had no intention of ever hearing it. He found it simply incomprehensible that a woman would choose to be a mere earl’s wife when she could be queen of all Scotland.”

Adrienne thought briefly about the royals in her time. How very much one had sacrificed to be princess and one day queen. Lydia had made a wise choice when she’d married for love.

“What truly undid him was that he was foolish enough to announce to his court that I was going to be his queen, even after I’d declined his marriage proposals on several occasions. I wed my Douglas the day following his ‘proclamation,’ although we didn’t know the king had actually gone so far as to announce his intentions publicly until weeks later, when the news finally reached Dalkeith. My husband said we’d made a powerful enemy that day. But I think neither of us knew how truly vengeful he could be. I suspect there are many things about his service to James that Hawk will never speak of. ’Tis rumored James held threats of destroying Dalkeith over his head unless Hawk obeyed his every whim.” Her voice slipped a confidential notch. “Hawk doesn’t know it, but I sought audience with James, myself, shortly after I began to hear tales of his servitude. I begged him to relinquish his claim on my son.” Lydia’s eyes clouded. “He laughed and told me that if I had wed wisely the Hawk would have been the king’s son instead of the king’s servant.”

Adrienne rubbed her neck and blinked hard. Her vision was blurring alarmingly and her head was pounding. “Public humiliation,” she said thickly. “Never met the man who took it well.”

“I believe ’tis also why King James ordered the Hawk to wed on his command,” Lydia continued softly. “Just another subtle way of prolonging his revenge. I think he felt almost cheated by my husband’s death, and I’ve often wondered what he might have done to us had my husband lived longer. What a bitter man he’s become.” Lydia shook her head. “I’m glad it was you, Adrienne. The king would hate it if he knew how lovely and how very not-mad you really are. You are exactly what the Hawk needs. No timid lass, or simpering addlepate, but a woman with true mettle and depth.”