Chapter FiveLady Roysdon found it hard to sleep.
She lay in her soft bed and all the wonder of the evening swept over her like a tidal wave. She kept repeating to herself every word that had been said, heard every intonation of Sir Just’s voice and saw every look in his eyes.
She knew that she had stepped into a magic world that she had always known existed somewhere but had never found.
Everything else seemed to slip away and become so insignificant that it was like looking down the wrong end of a telescope.
This was love! This was what she had thought love must be like, but indeed it was far, far more wonderful.
When Sir Just kissed her, she had felt the same rapture that had been there the first time, but it was now far more intense, far more ecstatic.
She had known then that ever
