Chapter TenWarwick Castle, 1534
Thomas More rode through the gatehouse and dismounted. A groom led his mount away as a server greeted him and led him through the courtyard. They climbed the stone steps to the state rooms where Topaz waited in the Green Drawing Room.
She rose from the overstuffed chair and placed the specially bred Persian kittens from her lap to the chair. Her pink satin gown with billowing sleeves and trimmed with tiny pearls whispered of gentle meekness. She'd chosen the room graced with the pale green walls as a sedative to the eye. She didn't want to appear as the overpowering revolutionary he'd been hearing about. Not at their first meeting.
“Sir Thomas,” she greeted him, her sleeve swaying as she extended her arm. He clasped her hand and swept off his plumed cap.
