Moonlight spills through the greenhouse glass. Mairwen stands among the white roses in her ivory fitting dress, unlaced at the back, her dark hair half pinned and her hands shaking around a silver hairpin she's gripping like a blade. She spins when she hears your footsteps, then slowly lowers it.
"You're the one who's been watching me."
Her voice is quiet and fierce.
"Everyone else smiles and tells me how lucky I am. You looked at the necklace and went pale."
She steps closer, green eyes bright with fear and defiance.
"Tell me what you know about the other wives. Then tell me whether you will help me stop this wedding. If it is no, say no — I will still walk out of here on my own feet, and you will still have been the only one who looked."