It was far more glorious the Duke considered than anything one could experience in India or anywhere else in the world for that matter.
He sensed as they stood together in silence on the top of one of the towers that Sheinna felt the same.
When the sun vanished and they looked up, the first evening star was glittering overhead.
“Thank you, thank you, Alpin,” Sheinna muttered. “This is something I will always remember. You are the luckiest man in the world to be able to stand on your own Castle and see anything so indescribably wonderful.”
The way she spoke to him and the deep sincerity in her voice was, the Duke felt, very moving.
He was used to women who were only animated when he was talking about themselves and who had little enthusiasm for the world he loved and wanted to explore.
