27 April, 1359. Magdaline Castle, Islia
Camilla sat up in bed, watching her maids go through the same routine as every morning - pulling back the heavy drapes, lighting the fireplace and bringing her breakfast.
She had started going through the same morning routine also - opening her eyes and for just a split second, forgetting the reason why she felt so sad. Then she'd remember and her heart would break all over again.
She missed William desperately.
Good lord, she hated herself for missing him. She hated herself even more for admitting she missed him, because she knew he didn't care about her at all. He had never hidden the fact that he pursued other women. It shouldn't have hurt her so much to hear him admit to visiting brothels. Still, it did.