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

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

CAN’T you hurry?” Stuart was saying urgently to his nurse, Alice. “You mustn’t let her get away! “Can’t you get these tubes out of me?” “Leave those tubes alone, Stuart. I’m going as fast as I can,” A

ALYS hovered at the edge of the wood, a wicker basket over one arm and the hood of her cloak covering her hair. The air was damp with autumn chill and the trees were dressed in shades of orange and re