Chapter FifteenAmethyst entered the gatehouse of her beloved Warwick Castle, grabbed a messenger and sent a message to Matthew. From her perch at the top of Guy's Tower early next morn, she saw his mount flying over the rich soil. She called and waved down to him. As she strode the ramparts bursting in excitement, he reached her minutes, hardly out of breath.
He clasped her in his arms, lifted her off the ground, twirled her round. Their laughter sang in the soft summer breeze. He placed her down and they stumbled dizzily over to the edge overlooking the Avon.
“What a lovely view, I have never been up here before!” He unlaced the front of his shirt with one hand. She found that gesture so very sensuous, although she knew he wasn't trying to be.
“Aye, it is my very favorite part of the c
