After what I heard I did not return to my room. I couldn’t. My legs took me through the lower corridors, without any direction. I could not hear myself think, hear myself talk.
The heir.
The boy.
Not able to determine his ancestry. I heard myself repeating each word over and over in my head as a warning that I couldn't ignore.
I walked by a servant, who walked past quickly without looking at me.
I saw her off and went in. The room that I wanted was not the main nursery. It was a smaller adjoining room where the nanny had been when the child was here. If any one knew, it would be her.
I found her there.
The nanny was slowly and carefully folding cloths near a basin, as if to not think.
She was shocked to see me. We both remained silent for a while. She then bent her knees, bowing d
