Catherine glanced casually in the direction of the unconscious Jaime as she made her way toward the table beside the bed. Feeling the pair of eyes staring at her uncomfortably from the chamber door, she turned shortly to the serving girl. “What are you waiting for? Go and do as you were told.”
The nervous girl clasped her hands tightly in front of her. “But, m’lady, I was told by Master Graves not to leave her bedside for any reason until Cad...Mistress Jaime’s servant returns.”
“You’re not deserting her, you silly creature. I’m here with her. And you,” Catherine snapped, “are going to my room for my russet cloak, the one with gold flowers embroidered on the borders. You don’t think I’d go anywhere until you return, do you?”
The girl shook her head. “Nay, m’lady. It’s just that—”
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