Monday: Instead, she traced her fingers slowly down his, allowing their fingertips to linger against each other’s, noting with a dismaying mixture of pleasure and alarm how he forced her to be the first to break their contact…and the reluctance with which she finally did so.
Tuesday: “Speak the word, my lady,” Crespin said, “only give me so much so much as a hint it would please you, and I shall thrash the scurrilous knave senseless.”
Wednesday: If to him, what hope that Sir Jaques should prove discrete enough not to betray Noel’s girlhood folly to her husband’s men?
Thursday: Her hand flew to her nose too late to retrieve the inelegant sound.
Friday: "She was his one love…or so I thought, until tonight."
Saturday: "Listen, and then I will tell you again of the beautiful gardens and the chivalrous young men and the beautiful, beautiful queen who was so kind to me.”