He’d not expected to return with a woman. He’d not expected to return at all.How often had he conjured up the image in his mind, allowed himself to dwell on this place in the rare moments of quiet? Now as Royce pulled his horse to a stop and stared into the distance, he feared he’d suddenly be jerked awake by the groans of a starving soldier and find himself not on an English lane, but on the hot foreign sands.But it was real, and less than a mile away, there it was: Stonehaven Manor. It loomed at the end of a long hedge-lined lane as it had in the day of Royce’s father, and his father before him. They were gone now, leaving him master of this place.“This is your house?” The voice of the woman in front of him drew his attention. For the last day and a half, he’d felt her warmth against him as they’d rode. Their only stop had been at another inn where he’d bought Imogen a hot bath and found a merchant who’d sold him shoes, some underthings, and a decent dress for the young woman.
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