Helena's gaze followed the approaching footsteps of the Queen of Aragon, and her mother was moving down the aisle toward the Queen.
They met near the front pew, and Helena caught the way the two women leaned close, speaking in low, guarded tones that none around them could hear.
Helena wished she could hear what they were muttering about, as she wondered if the Queen of Aragon knew about Anna's disappearance too, or if she knew her mother was involved in Anna's abduction.
Beside her, Jayden was still standing with rigidity, his shoulders tight, and his jaw clenched. Fear was visible in his expression. Helena had never seen him tremble like this, not even when he left her three years ago.
He is afraid, she realized. Afraid of losing her once more. Any mistake of being recognized as Jayden before the knot was tied meant losing her again, like he did three years ago.
"Shit!" He muttered under his breath.
