Philippa Gregory Quote

I can’t sleep, he says so quietly that only I can hear. I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep.Nor I.You neither?No.Truly?Yes.He sighs a deep sigh, as if he is relieved. Is this love then?I suppose so.I can’t eat.No.I can’t think of anything but you. I can’t go on another moment like this; I can’t ride out into battle like this. I am as foolish as a boy. I am mad for you, like a boy. I cannot be without you; I will not bewithout you. Whatever it costs me.I can feel my color rising like heat in my cheeks, and for the first time in days I can feel myself smile. I can’t think of anything but you, I whisper. Nothing. I thought I was sick.The ring like a crown is heavy in my pocket, my headdress is pulling at my hair; but I stand without awareness, seeing nothing but him, feeling nothing but his warm breath on my cheek and scentingthe smell of his horse, the leather of his saddle, and the smell of him: spices, rosewater, sweat.