The king leaps down from his great horse. I am a tall woman, but he must be much taller. He is blond, grey-eyed, smiling face, charming, gracefully drawn. This is a king such as we have never seen before in England, I was the princess of Spain, a guest at the court of Margaret of Anjou. But this is a man the people will love as soon as they see him. And his eyes are fixed on my face, as if we've known each other all our lives, and I feel my cheeks burn but I can't look away from him