“He is a little angel.” Valentine and Denys leaned over the cradle to gaze upon Richard and Anne"s new son Edward.
A pang of longing darkened Valentine"s eyes, but nowhere did it match the emptiness in Denys"s heart. Oh, how she wanted her own child. She took a moment to pray for that miracle.
Anne, suffering a slow recovery from the birth, remained bedridden. Denys visited her chambers, found her asleep, and backed out.
That left Richard, Valentine and Denys at leisure for the first time since Valentine learned who Richard"s "hideous cow" was.
“Let us fetch wine and cheese and sit out under the stars,” Valentine proposed as he linked arms with the both of them. “We can jabber away the evening.”
But Richard looked preoccupied—his stooped carriage of old betokened much more on his mind
