Don’t tear the trousers. I’ve only a couple pair left after Wyldhurst tore the ones I wore for your wedding.” “Then take them off.” Harry shrugged. “Not with your wife in the room,” Micah shook his head adamantly. “Then,” Harry tore the fabric of Micah’s trousers, “we’ll have to tear your trou...
They carefully watched what was going on outside. Stephen and Ruan joined them. “I don’t see Madingly,” Trevan said. “He’s here. Look to the man furthest back near the entrance gates on the big bay. That’s him,” Marrek said. ...
“Shall we sing your favorite, Alice?” Grace smiled at three-year old Lady Alice Rose Sterling, her daughter, when she nodded. They sat upon the floor of the nursery together. Today, as every other day for the past eight months, she wore her widow’s weeds. She never loved h...