I'm going back in time this week, because I wanted to find something less depressing to post. And so we pick up at the very beginning of Chapter 9 in The DeFord Chronicles, Part II.
Duncan St. Robert slowly moved away from the glum Duke of Langdon. The man had everything and he behaved as if he were the lowest beggar at times. Low spirits were not for Duncan. He went in search of diversion, be it gaming, hunting, or feasting. Room after room he searched and found nothing. The gardens were irksomely empty. On his third visit to the great hall his attention was caught by a mass of copper curls.
The maiden stood with her back to him, and her riot of red locks reached to her waist, set off perfectly by the turquoise color of her gown. She appeared to be reading a book, unaware of her surroundings. Duncan edged closer, hoping for a better look and then she turned.
One of Chauncy DeFord's dearest friends, Duncan is something of a player, though a harmless one. He's never been in love, and has very few serious thoughts in his head. His sisters say that when he falls, he's going to fall hard.
That's all from me this week. I hope everyone is having a wonderful weekend. Thank you to those who read, and to those who comment. I'll see you as I make the rounds visiting my fellow-authors blogs.