She had dark hair and eyes and wore a large sparkling jewel around her neck. Her face seemed kind and she held an elegant hand out towards me. It seemed uncannily like my own. She whispered my name in a soft, French-accented voice. ‘Elizabeth,’ she said, plainly, adding no title or honorific. I s...
Kat Ashley stands in the doorway. Drawing my warm gown closer around me, I motion for her to close the door. She stands with her hands akimbo and shakes her head, then remembers to curtsy. I pull a face and smile. She is closer to me than any, so I forgive her lapses. It must be hard to make suit...