She stepped forward as each knight took Topaz by an arm and dragged her down the hill. It was there that she and Henry Tudor met for the first time.
Their eyes locked on each other. She stood, expressionless, feeling no hate, no remorse, no sense of accomplishment. She was drained of all emotion.
He, however, leered at the shapely figure in the way that would degrade her the most, ogling the breasts spilling out of the low-cut bodice. He then glanced at his toadies. “To the Tower with her, in the same cell her moronic father rotted in.” He swept past her and stalked away.
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Topaz entered the Tower on a barge through Traitor's Gate. She disembarked, refusing a helping hand, and the guards led her across the grounds. As they passed the timber-framed Queen's House, she looked up at th
