Her hair was the colour of summer wheat, her face smooth and soft, and when she smiled, little wrinkles around her eyes drew attention to them - green, deep and full of mystery. He marvelled at the length of her neck - it was the neck of a lady, slender and elegant, and it added to her height. She wasn't squat, like other women. Her back was straight and she carried herself with pride. She still had all her teeth and when she smiled at him, it made him weak at the knees. Yet, as maidens fare, she was also smart. Oswald taught her to read Latin, although Odo believed the priest enjoyed her company for other reasons, and he'd caught him leering at Charlotte on more than one occasion.
She laughed at something her father said, but Odo wasn't listening. He was intently studying his soon-to-be
