Chapter FourteenAmethyst went home to Warwickshire for a short visit, to let the king and his new queen have some private time.
Bluebells lined the path and the grass smelled sweet with fresh spring dew as she set out early in the morn for home. Dismounting Honey, she walked in the grass alongside the rutted path for a while. She removed her shoes, letting the springy blades cushion her feet as her groom guided Honey along. The sky, a warm azure, beheld creamy clouds stretching out over the horizon, beyond the velvety hills.
As they entered Warwickshire and the castle came into sight, she remembered that first day she saw her ancestral home. A flood of misty sentiment tugged at her heart; she belonged at court serving her king, but something kept pulling her back here, causing her to lon
