Sibyl watched as Lady Plymouth's private troubadour began to instinctively pluck strings of the viol. |
Sibyl was never in a mood to compete with her, for they each had different opinions and views on how things should come to pass. |
She was to become a lady-in-waiting for a baroness in Norfolk, the end of the English world for Sibyl. |
Will ran towards the outer courtyard, Sibyl in close pursuit, noticeably slowed down by her thin shoes and bulky dress. |
Sibyl watched with fascination and stood, straightening her tight-fitting, crimson gown. |
From the thinning mist, Sibyl watched as the serfs outside the outer bailey plowed the acres of harvest-ready grain and whatnot. |