“There’s Danton!” said Waterstone excitedly. “Wow! Look at his outfit. It’s an absolute work of art! Look at all that lace. It must get awfully dirty when you’re eating. Look! The sleeves flop down over his hands. And the colour! It’s a soft version of his eye colour. What amazing dyes you must have. Hmm. I think his might be derived from blackberry but it’s marvellously consistent. No darker or lighter patches anywhere that I can see… What were you wearing?”
The memory flicked back to Tarkyn’s bedchamber. My manservant finishes tying back my hair. My black hair and amber eyes are accentuated by my surcoat of deep gold embroidered in black. A black sash crosses my chest diagonally, held in place by a large bronze brooch. Beneath the surcoat, I am wearing a black shirt trimmed with black l
