The Summer Queen (Eleanor of Aquitaine, #1)

by Elizabeth Chadwick

The language of power was exercised in more than just words. It was presence and thought; it was gesture and timing.

“If I could buy back a spring morning from my young manhood and take you there forever, I would do so,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “Don’t…” Her voice wobbled. “I want you to hold that thought and make it into a memory. It never was, but it will always be.”