He looked upon this verdant, blossoming spring, a spring Joanna would never see, he looked upon a field of brilliant blue flowers- the bluebells Joanna had so loved- and at that moment he'd willingly...
A man worthy of Eleanor of Aquitaine ought not to be susceptible to fluttering lashes, flattery, and bedazzled adoration.
Why is it honesty when a man speaks his mind and madness when a woman does?
In turn, had agreed to end the continuing
We've schemed and fought and loved until we are so entangled in hearts and minds that there is no way to set us free. God help us both, Harry, for we will never be rid of each other. Not even death wi...
…she remembered watching a summer sunset from this very spot. Not so long ago; just a lifetime.
Forget the threat of Hell's infernal flames. The true torture would condemn a man to wait and wait and wait - for an eternity
Twilight was laying claim to the cité, and the sky was a deepening shade of lavender, spangled with stars and fleecy clouds the colour of plums.
Statecraft and kingship were not for the faint of heart
I inhale hope with every breath I take.
What is forgiveness worth without trust?
Tonight, he said, we shall get quietly and thoroughly drunk...in memory of all that was lost. And on the morrow, I begin the struggle to win it back.
It is not easy to be stranded between two worlds, the sad truth is that we can never feel completely comfortable in either world
At least it was never dull, my darling. And you will be remembered long after we've all turned to dust. But so will I.
Back all he’d been
She knew she'd wounded him when he'd least expected it, and her satisfaction lasted until the door had closed behind him. Once he was gone, it ebbed away along with her anger, leaving her with naught...
Memory is merciful, Joanna, more so than man. It fades past pain, yet holds bright the colors in recalled joy.
If, like the Romans, he must make a desert and call it peace, so be it.
Just ridden
Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof,