Chapter FourWarwick Castle, January, 1517
“So you met Henry then?” Topaz gave a disinterested sniff as she and Amethyst watched little Edward chase a butterfly through Warwick Castle's rose garden. They hadn't seen each other since before court visited the castle at Christmas. Edward, now a spirited, energetic three-year-old, looked like a miniature adult in his blue breeches and doublet, tiny gold buttons marching down his little breast.
“Aye, he was just fascinating. A marvelous dancer, superb musician, so easy to talk to…”
“He talked to you?” Topaz stopped in her tracks and pushed a lock of hair off her forehead. Amethyst peered through the cedars to watch Edward rolling in the grass, yanking clover out of the ground, chewing on it and spitting it out.
“Aye, we had a lovely chat. We
