Anne woke gingerly, blinking the sleep out of her eyes as the sun caressed her skin and teased her out of her sleep.
She rolled over, luxuriating in the feel of the silken coverlets against her skin.
"Good," she murmured inwardly, as she tested her body mentally, "I don't feel too bad this morning. Perhaps I will be able to greet the Danish envoys after all."
No sooner had she sat up, however, than the world around her started to spin.
"Oh no!" She groaned, before lurching to one side and retching as though her life depended upon it.
"Anne!" Sybil burst into the room in time to sweep her dark hair back from her face and kneel up on the bed behind her, rubbing her back.
"Please let me send for the physicians," the older woman begged once Anne's nausea had subsided enough for her to be
