Chapter Four
Looking toward the balcony outside her chambers, Casia caught a glimpse of a fair-skinned nobleman. His hair shone in the moonlight, and his eyes, a daring shade of blue, cast their love on his mistress’s gentle face as he moved inside the arched doorway.
“You should be careful coming here,” Casia told him, fear instantly rising.
“No one saw me, my love,” the young man purred. His hands began to stroke her face as he stood beside her gilded chair. “And Nor is gone.”
“But should he suddenly return,” she worried.
“Not now, not yet, he has the hunt in his blood, dear Casia.”
Prince Leander moved to his knees before his lady. Her hair was loose about her shoulders, its rich hue lustrous, and so soft having just been brushed. Leander was in awe of her.
“We spoke of this bef
