“HOW is her condition?” Noxton inquired as the physician concluded his examination of Lady Klarine. Her bleeding had been tended to swiftly before it grew complicated. The servants had already replaced her nightgown with a finer garment; even the bed quilt was new. The chamber itself had been restored, as though the incident had never occurred.
“Her bleeding has been contained, Your Grace,” the physician replied gravely, “yet there remains a risk of miscarriage should such an episode arise again.”
Noxton’s gaze lingered on Klarine before returning to the physician. “Complete rest shall suffice, shall it not?”
“Indeed, Your Grace. I shall prepare an herbal remedy for her recovery,” the physician continued, then added with caution, “yet I would also advise that she must receive divine pro
