We enter the Parcell estate and Marilen looks at us with a disappointed scowl. We are holding hands and grinning at each other like a pair of lovesick fools. Our clothes are clinging to our wet bodies and there is an unmistakable flush on our faces.
Yet, I no longer care what the Parcell servants will think of us. Besides, with the intensity of our lovemaking for the past few days, I am certain that they are already aware of what we are doing behind closed doors.
Well… the river is not technically closed doors, but nevertheless, no one sees us… I think.
"Young master, fix yourself up. There is a visitor for Lady Dunnett from the palace. It is about the Queen Selection."
Calais and I look at each other. Instinctively, I squeeze his hand, afraid that this is the end of our happy, blissful days.
"Don't worry, Lyrica," he says, sensing my unease. "We will stay beside each other," he adds with an assured smile on his face.
