Philippa Gregory

She changed in a moment, her beauty suddenly pale and contemptuous, her tears frozen. ‘You go,’ she advised him. ‘I don’t care. Go at once. I don’t care for your cause. I cared for you and I was a fool. But I won’t be a fool again.’ Without another word, with the disdain of an offended queen, she turned on her heel and walked away from him, walked to her brother, and left James all on his own, hopelessly exposed to the inquisitive stares of the mill yard, all of them wondering how Alinor Reekie–the poorest woman at the harvest home–dared to snub him: the greatest guest.
(page 119)