Lucille
“The royal physician advised…" Lady Buckingham said, turning toward me as she poured bath oils into the filling tub.
“I am aware of what Mr. Davies said. He also said the prince was told. Do you suggest I refuse my husband's summons?" I never had, nor had my mistress encouraged such behavior in the past.
“No, Your Highness. Perhaps you can remind him."
Wrapped only in a dressing gown with my long hair piled upon my head, I turned away from my mistress as the remodeled bathroom filled with lilac-scented humidity, and the clawfoot tub reached its proper depth. “I'm certain Roman knows of the physician's orders. He would not appreciate me reminding him." That was true of the old Roman.
“Ma'am?"
Turning back, I stepped closer and untied the sash. The soft material slid from my
