The expression on her face made him hate himself for kissing her at all; it was not fair to either of them to allow that spark of hope. Ashamed of having gotten caught up instead of doing what was right, his gaze dropped to the floor.
He was about to apologize when she spoke first-- and made absolutely no sense. Looking back up at her in confusion, he asked, "What are you talking about? Elena-- Lord Godwyn's daughter?" He had not seen her in several years, much less discussed (and refused) a marriage with her. Suddenly, it hit him: Guinevere must have come from another time, a later time. God, this was confusing.
And, apparently, good. The corner of his mouth kicking up a notch, he asked, "We kissed in the courtyard?"