The Doom
Tony stared at me, anguish upon his face. “You never wanted a child? You almost died! And yet you said nothing! Why?”
childdiedWhy“I know you love your mother,” I said. “How could I break that?” And even my mother had supported her in this.
Tony took me into his arms. “This is not your fault. None of this is.” He pulled me away to peer into my eyes. “Do you understand? What is about to happen is not your fault, I promise you.”
Not understanding, and more than a bit afraid, I nodded.
Tony went to the door and spoke to someone in the hall. “Find my mother and bring her to my study at once. By force if you must. She is no longer your Queen.” Then he turned to me and held out his hand, so I took it.
We went down the back stair, then along the hall to his study. Tony put one chai
