The thin dust rose up off the road as the carriage passed over. It filled the air and fell back to earth, sprinkling the leaves of the flowers growing wild along the country road. From the window of the carriage, the eyes of a woman took in the splendor of the countryside. The brilliant shades of greens on the mountains to the northwest and the blue of the sea to the south. The fragrance of the wildflowers filled the air, as did scent of sea as the gentle breezes blew in from the coast of this Irish landscape.
Her name was Lilith. That was the name given to her by her father as an infant, but the man next to her in the carriage had given her the name that she treasured. His name was Alan, but his title was Lord Remingten. When they had first met, she was a simple village girl. She'd had m
