“There’s a fine line between gossip and history, when one is talking about kings.”
The Montmaray Journals Fancast
Sophie FitzOsborne - Imogen Poots Toby FitzOsborne - Sam Claflin Veronica FitzOsborne - Jessica Brown Finlay Simon Chester - Tom Hughes Henry FitzOsborne - Georgie Henley Rupert Stanley Ross - Matthew Beard Julia Stanley Ross - Vanessa Kirby Daniel Bloom - Ben Whishaw
For cantering across the grass came a beautiful white horse, and astride it was a man, fair and lean and graceful. He held the reins lightly in one hand, as though they were simply for show – as though he had only to murmur a word and the animal would obey. He caught sight of me, and I dropped my burden and started to run, and by the time I’d reached the drive, he’d swung down from the saddle and taken a few steps in my direction, and I threw myself into his arms.
“For today is the anniversary of the day we left Montmaray—a year ago, exactly, that we watched our home being destroyed. But why should anniversaries be so significant? Why should a year hurt more than eleven months or thirteen months or thirty-seven? Surely I could choose how I felt and when I felt it. I took a deep breath.“
But it’s not entirely my fault that this has gone off on a ridiculous tangent. This morning, I had another embarrassing encounter with Barnes, who persists in believing (despite all evidence to the contrary) that Rupert Stanley-Ross is not merely my brother’s best friend, but also my secret suitor.
“And later, when the sun begins to sink and the infinite sky is streaked with red and gold, I’ll stroll out into the courtyard—perhaps even climb the steps to the gatehouse. And I’ll gaze across the Chasm to the other side of the island, where I can still sometimes catch sight of a curly-haired urchin running joyously through the tall purple grass, her faithful dog at her heels.”