Bessie’s high peals of laughter drifted up to the windows of Anne’s private chambers. She scoffed in amusement at the sound of them and moved to the windows to see what had delighted her niece so. Henry was chasing the little girl through the snowdrifts, both of them crusted in white from head to foot.
Anne shook her head slightly in indulgent exasperation. Alerted by the movement, Susan was at her side in moments, clucking her tongue irritably.
“What’s His Highness thinking, playing in the snow with her like that? They’ll both catch their death!” she exclaimed, never taking her eyes off the merry pair below them.
“You know I’d be out there with them if I could,” Anne warned lightly and Susan shook her head.
“No, you wouldn’t, Your Grace. Or at least, I hope you would not. Until you ha
