Hearts under siege

Civil War IT was a bright morning. Annet took her young son by the hand and led him to where his new clothes were spread. Harry’s aunt Grace and his grandfather were there, as were so many helpers. Ha

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

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

IT was a fine, windy day in September, and Rosalind Aston had an odd feeling that she was in love. The emotion was new, and she could not be sure, but she luxuriated in it as she walked towards the ha