Chapter SixteenWarwick Castle, 1537
“Please fetch my mount if he is up for a journey to Kenilworth,” Amethyst instructed a groom.
“Why do you wish to visit him?” Topaz tossed out with a matching toss of her head.
Why, indeed? Amethyst thought. The boys were no longer there. As much as she loved to see her nephews, they had been the only logical link twixt her and Matthew.
“He's the father of my nephews and we are friends,” she offered an explanation, then berating herself for feeling the need to do so. “He is entertaining the Duke of Norfolk and his retinue this Christmas and invited me. Does it bother you?”
“Nay, not in the least,” she sniffed. “I've no use for him. We are civil to each other, that is it. We do not associate otherwise.” Head held high, she looked down her nose at Ame
