Rosamund
Nevan survived another night.
For me, that was one day less until I became a widow.
There had been no sign of Dora since she'd revealed the identity of the woman in the red cloak. She hadn't been at her usual post outside my chamber this morning, and when I'd asked a passing maid, the girl had shrugged and said Dora had requested kitchen duties for the day.
Running from me, clearly. I'd considered asking Mrs Harlow, but like the rest of the household, she'd been consumed by preparations since before dawn.
"You seem lost in thought, my lady." Fanny's gaze met mine in the full-length mirror where she was fastening the last buttons of my gown.
"You're not far from the truth." I flashed her a tired smile. "I'm worried about many things."
"The Duke?" She paused to adjust a sleeve.
"Yes." I nodded. "If he pulls through, it'll be a miracle, Fanny. When I saw him yesterday..." I trailed off, shaking my head. "What happens to me if he suddenly passes?"
