There are many sorts of love. And when you love a man who is less than you dreamed, you have to make allowances for the difference between a real man and a dream. Sometimes you have to forgive him. Perhaps you even have to forgive him often. But forgiveness often comes with love.

If it means something, take it to heart. If it means nothing, it's nothing. Let it go.

I want to take you for pleasure, and hold you in my arms for desire. I want you to know that it is your kiss that I want, not another heir to the throne. You can know that I love you, quite for yourself, when I come to your bed, and not as the York’s broodmare.” I tilt back my head and look at him under my eyelashes. “You think to bed me for love and not for children? Isn’t that sin?” His arm comes around my waist and his palm cups my breast. “I shall make sure that it feels richly sinful,” - Edward IV to Elizabeth Woodville -

I have given my word that only death will take me from you.

But I don't forget and I don't forgive.

I was born to be your rival,' she [Anne] said simply. 'And you mine. We're sisters, aren't we?

Although some people think I am a romantic novelist I have always thought of myself as a rather gritty radical historian.