Chapter 13
They came back in from the cold and the scent of roses, hands entwined. Arthur said, “Tea?” because Alan’s fingers were a bit chilly in his, and turned toward the breakfast room, where hopefully there’d be a tea service set out. “Maybe in the library, and we could finish that puzzle while—”
A wave of ruffled velvet and the glimmer of his mother’s rubies descended upon them in the doorway. “Darling! And Prince Alan! I was just coming to find you—both of you, that is—darling, that is, Alan, not you, Arthur, dear—how are you feeling? I’m so pleased you’re up and about! And what did you think of the bed? They’re all new mattresses, of course, made by the best, and they ought to be fit for the best, and I do hope they were comfortable! And have you thought at all about my sugges
