Sweet memory #1, from Chapter 1
This one face had flitted through his memory again and again o’er the course of the last seven years.
No, not this face. The face of a ten-year-old girl who had been playing hide-and-seek with her grandfather in the woods on that day when he might have forfeited all for the sake of a book and a lute.
And yet, he thought as his lungs expanded to their normal capacity again, he could easily imagine that child growing up to look very like this graceful, diminutive daughter of a baron. In feature she strongly resembled her mother, with the wide eyes that sat beguilingly in her soft, flowerlike countenance, a small, tip-tilted nose lightly brushed with freckles, and lips that blushed a delicate shade of rose. Lovely, but not beautiful, and cast in a darker mode than her mother, her dusky hair billowing like a cloud from the confines of the fur-trimmed hood that had fallen against her shoulders. Yet her countenance held a sweetness that set her strikingly apart from the gilded haired, equally pretty Lady Valette.