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With a heat only men accustomed to great power can generate, the King of England continued to relentlessly blast the three men standing before him, and Jaime stood motionless by the great bedchamber’s closed door. The room, lit by a dozen candles and lamps, seemed to resonate with the energy of the monarch’s fury. She and Lady Frances exchanged a furtive glance, both of them happy that Henry Tudor had chosen to ignore the fact that they had even entered.
Jaime glanced again in the direction of her friend, gratefully acknowledging with a nod the small smile that she knew Frances meant to instill confidence in her. How would she ever thank the woman for not leaving her at the door to face this man alone?
This man. Jaime glanced in the direction of the raging king. Her father. As her ey
