Lucille

“She’s showing,” Queen Anne said.

My eyes closed. I didn’t need the picture to know that the princess was pregnant. I’d recalled that in my dream last night. I’d been too focused on her presence; her physical appearance hadn’t registered until later. I looked up at the queen. “I know it doesn’t make sense, but it isn’t my husband’s child.”

“That child she’s carrying is a Godfrey.”

I ...