Valentine"s hair blew into his eyes and he brushed it away. “Ah, yes, nowt matches the passion of a man and woman whose hearts are one.”
Richard glanced round. “A pleasurable enough pastime twixt battles, I reckon.”
How Valentine wished Richard had gone to France with him! Mayhap he would stop obsessing about war.
Richard"s grin widened. “Pray do you compose love sonnets in your head during Mass?”
“Aye, but just the words, not the music,” Valentine replied. “How about you? Any maidens catch your fancy?”
“Just one.” Richard"s expression hardened, the smile gone, lips pulled taut.
“Why but one?” Valentine shifted his arm, trying to ignore the pain.
Richard shrugged. “I only hunt one at a time, friend.”
“Who is she?” Curiosity got the best of him.
“Anne Neville.” Richard"s smile retu
