6
Queens-in-Waiting
“Come on! It’s my last night here, Lisbet!”
Lisbet Dereham set about neatly folding her gowns and cloaks. She tried to place them in the two trunks her mother designated for her journey to Termonglen, but the unwieldy fabric only sprang back. Or maybe it was her own stubbornness about the days ahead seeping into the task.
“You had three fortnights, and now you want to soak in the springs?” Lisbet squished her emerald gown down into the softness of the yew lining the trunk. Her mother, when she wasn’t in tears about the whole affair, reminded her that a queen wouldn’t need the quaint trussing of the Northerlands anymore; that her new husband, King Eoghan, would buy her any dress she pleased.
Eavan looped both arms around one of Lisbet’s. “Come on, Lis. Aunt Gretchen
