“I will not go.” She nestled under the coverlet. “I have nowt to say to Bess Woodville. We spoke our last when she sent me away.”
“Do you mind if I go?” He spread her hair over the pillow.
“What do you care about her daughter?” She opened one eye and looked at him. “And why see Bess? Have you not seen enough of her cruelty and deception? She wants something, Valentine, she would not ask us to go simply because she enjoys our company.”
“Young Elizabeth is but a child, a helpless cub caught in a bear trap. "Twould do her the world of good to have company. But, yes, you share my sentiments exactly. She is not the only one who can want something. I want something from the queen, and I intend to get it.” He kissed Denys on the cheek and turned to leave.
“Wait!” She reached out from under th
