Had Ryn been willing to ask the question plaguing her mind then she would've learned, likely to her additional horror, that Daemyn had no idea his knighthood was a purchased thing. He thought it'd just been good luck that had seen him knighted after he won that tourney. He thought he'd earned it just as much as any other man did, and also that the way his own brother had was as ridiculous a way as had ever been. He knew Amadeo. That boy had never done a thing for someone out of the goodness of his heart.
Daemyn chuckled when Ryn maneuvered into holding his arm, guiding him into a room that had more than one beautiful woman in it. Daemyn didn't deny that they were beautiful, wouldn't have dreamed of it, but his attention was currently snared. "You look as though you were plucked from my dreams," he informed her, eyes tracing over her body. "Is there someone who could be your twin? Because surely, Mistress Ryn, I cannot see anyone who equals you."