THIRTY-ONE
On their return, Rosamond was caught up in such a whirlwind of activity she barely had time to think, let alone speak to Siward. She needed new gowns for her wedding and her coronation, plus more to wear to court afterwards, and at least a dozen new shifts and veils. Particularly as her newly rounded belly had started to show if her bodice was laced too tight.
What made matters worse was the first two gowns the dressmaker produced were made of scratchy, suffocating wool. And what in blazes had possessed her to make them blue?
"I asked for pink or green silk, not blue wool," Rosamond snapped at the woman. "I can't wear this in court, let alone at a coronation."
The woman dropped a deep curtsey. "I am sorry, mistress, but there is no silk to be had anywhere in the kingdom. Ev
