22 June, 1359. Magdaline Castle, Islia
King Edward watched the young couple as they approached his throne and bowed, fingers intertwined. They seemed to go everywhere handclasped together these days, he thought peevishly. Both wore almost identical expressions, to his amusement - a mixture of polite respect and wariness.
They made a stunning pair, Edward admitted grudgingly, their individual beauty complementing the other.
The girl was as lovely as an exotic forest nymph, exquisite of face and lush of body.
And William…the young rogue was heartbreakingly handsome, looking so much like his father at that age. He knew it, of course. Though he didn't have Johan's explosive temper, Edward mused.
The king watched the young couple for a moment longer, before revealing the reason he'd called them to his rooms.
