“So she must believe you are royal as well.” Amusement lit up his eyes. “She must enjoy living in her fairy tale.”
She relaxed in relief at his refusal to take Topaz seriously—so far. “It matters not what she believes. I respect her but I do not agree with her.”
“What about her lads?”
His question made her wonder if he'd go so far as to bring the lads to court for questioning. She hastened with, “I know not, sire. They're far too young to understand any of it.” She had enough to tell him without bringing her two brainwashed little nephews into the picture. “She has been talking of this for years, since we were children.” She shuddered at the thought of Henry's reaction—treason, it was, pure and simple treason, and punishable by torturous death. But she hoped her growing closeness to Hen
