![]() ![]() ![]() The soft glow highlighted the full curves of her slim young body. The shutters were closed tightly against the cold winter, and the only light came from the small fireplace and the tallow candle on the tall iron stand by the bed. Lyonene threw back the bedclothes and put a small foot on the rush-covered oak floor. “There is a guest, an important guest, and you are to wear your finest clothes for the introductions.” Lyonene, who had turned toward the light only reluctantly, now looked with interest at Lucy. “The lady your mother bids you dress in your gold tunic with the green surcoat and mantle.” She’d been with Lyonene since the girl’s birth and was much like a mother to her. She was an old woman now and far too fat. “Lady Lyonene.” Lucy pulled the bed-curtains back. The January winds whistled outside the old donjon, threads of cold air cutting under the wooden shutters, but her bed was warm and she planned to put off leaving it as long as possible. Lyonene could hear Lucy’s heavy step on the stone stairs and snuggled deeper beneath the thick coverlet. ![]()
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