A figure crossed his sight, lost in the shadows, the swish of material dragging across the cold, stone floor the only evidence of its presence. Richard propped himself up on his elbows and squinted into the murkiness.
She came to him, white headgear covering hair, trailing to her shoulders, wearing a long blue dress of heavy cloth, cut into her delicious figure, her breasts firm, waist trim. As she drew closer, it was her eyes, more than any other aspect of this delightful creature that seized most of his attention. They were huge, shining like lanterns in the gloom, brighter even that the candles. He dare not look away in case this vision was a dream, a fantasy.
She smiled, her soft lips barely parting. “My lord. Your men brought you here on a litter. Unconscious, unaware, I hope you ar
