Soon, I’m sure.” Her lips thinned, and her eyes scanned the length of her daughter with distaste. “Your hair is a mess. You really shouldn’t leave your chambers looking so slovenly. Someone might see you.” Lucia grimaced and touched her tangled hair. “I didn’t think I looked that bad.” “Well, you do. I’ll have a maid sent to your room immediately to help you look decent again.” Her cheeks felt tight, her insides turning hot as lava. “That’s . . . so kind of you, Mother.” “Think nothing of it.” It was never a question of telling the queen her secret. While her mother had given Lucia life, she’d never given her a moment’s kindness since. Lucia wondered if the woman was capable of showing love to anyone. She’d never seen evidence of it, apart from a few moments of motherly preening in fr

