Anne was too distracted by her desperation to hear the scuffle outside her door. But she heard the key turning loud and clear. She sprung up off the floor and leaned against the wall. She hid her fear behind a stern look.

If the Spanish thought she was going to cower and sob for them, they were wrong. Anne would be as fierce as the falcon on her family crest.

She had no idea what was really on the other side of that door.