Chapter 1Cheshire, England
"In winter's snow, at umber hour,
he came most silent to my bower.
Stark in his need, he built the fire
with honor's ash for love's desire."
"My lady, this knight is dishonorable?"
Clare's scribe lifted her quill from the parchment, dribbling black ink upon the ivory expanse.
"On the contrary, he is his liege lord's right arm."
"But he intrudes upon his beloved's bedchamber? A lady whom he should respect from afar? He even arrives in the middle of the night, and clearly, he should not be there? My lady, I do not think this will...