CHAPTER 14
18th January, 1486, London, England
The curved room at the top of the White Tower was chilly and dank.
Emilia, dressed only in a t-shirt and light summer skirt, shivered and rubbed her arms vigorously as she turned in a slow circle, taking in the details of the room. Mildew gathered in the crevices of the stone walls, but other than that it was relatively well appointed with two small beds, bedecked in thick, brocade quilts and down pillows; mahogany chairs and table, which was laid out with brass candle holders and wooden trenchers; and an embroidered privacy screen beyond which presumably lay the chamber pot. There was even a view out the arched window to the snow-covered courtyard below.
‘This was our room when we were staying here.’ Eddie wandered over to the windowsi
