“Who said they were being eaten?” Ava’s eyes held a mischievous glint.
“Well, what else might have happened to them?” Eli asked, bewildered.
Ava’s smile faded. “Ours is a country of weavers and garment makers. Your Prince was stealing the sheep from his people to give to my father as a peace offering—as if I could be bought with sheep. He stole from his people so that he could have his way with me.”
“The wretch,” Eli growled. “My family was starving—and we weren’t the only ones.” He sighed. “Your father must be a mighty man to need so much appeasing.”
“I should say he is,” Ava replied, her smile electric. “He’s the king.”