The Conqueror
Chapter One
Six months later, October 1152
London, two hundred fifty miles south of Everoot's
principal castle, the Nest
The crush of people was enormous. Nobles they might
be, but they were as noisome and unruly as a drunken crowd.
She wore a green gown. Woven of rare and expensive silk,
it shimmered like an emerald waterfall. The bodice hugged
tight, as did the sleeves, until they opened wide at her elbows
and fell in graceful folds of silk. Ebony curls spilled down her
back with loose sprays dancing by her cheeks. A thin circlet
of silver clasped a light veil of palest green over her forehead.
On the outside, she was a vision of proper breeding and improper
beauty.
Inside, she was a simmering cauldron of nerves.
Guinevere de l'Ami, daughter of the illustrious Earl of
Everoot, stood by the stone wall of the London apartment and
clutched her empty wine cup so tightly it pressed her knuckles
white. She smiled vacantly at a passing baron, who veered
in her direction and smiled rather less vacantly, revealing a
row of greyish teeth. Gwyn's heart sank. A young varlet carrying ... read full excerpt from: The Conqueror ebook
