She was dressed in white with touches of black and yet the purity of the colour only served to show the whiteness of her skin.
‘She is like a camellia,’ Sheena thought, surprised at her own sense of poetry.
The lady in black and white sank to the ground before the King.
“Forgive me, Sire, if I am late.”
He bent forward to raise her hand to his lips.
“You already know that every hour you are away from me seems just like Eternity,” he murmured.
Only those nearest to him could hear what he said, but everyone could see the adoration in his eyes, the pleading of his lips and the change that had come over him since the opening of the door.
Still holding the hand he had kissed with his lips he turned towards Sheena.
“Mistress McCraggan has arrived,” he announced. “She has had a rough voya
