Hearts under siege

LADY Annet fell silent beside Denzil Raymont on their way back from Pendennis Castle. A salt sea-breeze blowing about the cart made her draw her cloak tighter. They’d spoken to Sir John Arundell as sh

DEB LUCKETT set out their last meal in London on a polished table, with plates and shining glasses. There was a baked pie wafting steam into the air. “A pity we cannot entertain your Mr Crago in bette

JEM looked back through the trees just once as he was marched from Chy Noweth. Catching sight of Annet’s slender figure among those anxiously huddled on the steps had an oddly comforting effect, for i

THE clatter of kitchen pots quietened as Mawgan came in. Even servants farthest from the door stopped their chatter to hear what news he brought. But Deb only became aware of him later. “I’m glad to s

ELLA stood in the church porch, chatting nervously to the other bridesmaid. They were waiting for Julia, the mother of the bride. Ella had glanced inside the church when she first arrived to check whe

And so it was that the fair Lady Joanna spurned her betrothed and fled from the castle in the dead of night, her faithful man-at-arms by her side. Off the lovers ran, into the depths of Howe Acre wood