She knew it without opening her eyes. Would have known even had his body not been curled around hers, his arm encircling her thick waist. The long night of love they had shared could not be easily wiped from her mind. Too, it had only been a few hours since sleep had finally taken her.She looked around the bright, sun-streaked room— evidence that late morning was upon them—and her gaze rested on a delicately worked wall hanging. She had noticed it yestereve, so out of place was it. Truly, it was the only thing in the lord's solar worth taking note of.Not once since she had been at Penforke had she entered Gilbert's private chamber. Until yestereve she had not been fool enough to do so.The only unexplored room, it had come as a surprise. Unlike the rest of the donjon, it was sparsely outfitted, its furnishings shabby and aged. Mostly, though, it was a cold place, no warmth to be found anywhere except in that beautiful wall hanging, which depicted each of the four seasons.As she would be sharing this room with Gilbert henceforth, would he mind if she made changes?
