Isabell stood before the hearth in Jocelynn's sitting room, breathing deeply of the combination of woodsmoke and sweet perfume that filled the room and calming herself as she prepared to face the young lady that Lady Ashlynn had asked her to protect. Confessor Eleanor's warning had shaken her, but as Isabell thought back over the other woman's careful words she realized that it changed little about what she had come here to do.
It was clear that Lady Jocelynn was in danger and the protection the Church was prepared to extend was much more limited than Isabell had imagined but she never intended to rely on the Church to keep Jocelynn safe in the first place.
