Count The Stars

and I must set him – free if that is what he – wants

let the arrangements the Duke had made with her grandfather go ahead

Nothing – nothing could make me happier or please me more!”

Once again the Duke offered Valora his arm

If I had died, would you have minded

He saw her clench her fingers together

There was a delicious smell of flowers

Your mother, Your Grace, took her wedding gown away with her

Now that he could lay stress in her relationship

but grandfather is the Archbishop of York