Free The Forgotten Queen by D. L. Bogdan Page B

then?”
    “Aye, my lord,” I answered, flushing.
    “Then I shall leave you to get acquainted,” he said, offering a deep bow and kissing my hand. After a series of bows and curtsies, he departed with some of his courtiers, leaving me to my pups and my play.
    “I suppose we should begin overseeing the details for our return,” remarked Lord Surrey.
    Startled, I raised my eyes to him. Return. Of course my English court must leave. They could not stay forever. I knew that. Why did my heart lurch in surprise? I turned toward Lady Surrey and Aunty Anne. Would I see them again? A lump swelled my throat.
    “Would that you could all stay a little longer,” I lamented in soft tones.
    “There will be visits,” Aunty Anne reassured me.
    I bowed my head. Though I appreciated her attempt to cheer me, I knew the likelihood of visiting to be very slim. This was a long, arduous journey; few ever took it twice. I would receive English ambassadors, perhaps an occasional border lord. No friends, no family. They were leaving.
    “Come, Thomas,” Surrey commanded in his gravelly tone. “Let us commence.”
    Lord Thomas turned to Aunty Anne, offering a gentle smile as he leaned in to press his lips against hers. For a brief moment I was allowed a glimpse into her world; his face emanated love in its form most pure and I was swept up in it. Would Jamie ever look at me that way? He looked upon me with fondness and affection already, but not quite love. Not yet. Soon, I hoped.
    Lord Thomas’s expression was fleeting, converting to the stony mask that I had come to associate with him. He offered a bow, kissing my hand as was required, then departed with Surrey.
    Though they were soon out of sight, their voices carried on the wind and I heard Surrey mutter, “I’ve sent word to the king about his new son-in-law.”
    “What did you tell him?” asked Lord Thomas.
    “Ah, that he’s a little too hungry for a Crusade—thinks he’s a regular King Arthur. Doesn’t see things as they are—a hopeless romantic. But I think he’s trustworthy enough for a Scot.” He sighed. “Well, let’s hope he gets a babe on her soon, before one of his bastards gets any ideas.”
    I rose, clutching the pups to my chest, my flat, childish chest. My face was hot, my breathing shallow. Tears burned my eyes.
    “Your Grace—” Lady Surrey reached for my shoulder.
    “Hush!” I commanded, straining my ears.
    “At least someone had the good sense to remove the Drummond girl or Scotland very well could have had another Margaret as queen,” Surrey went on. His voice was growing softer as he grew farther out of earshot.
    “A pity the sisters went down with her,” Lord Thomas said. “Three girls poisoned at breakfast.”
    “What’s three girls?” Lord Surrey retorted with a brief, joyless laugh.
    “Ask their father,” Lord Thomas returned, his tone bitter.
    Surrey’s reply could not be heard. I whirled upon his wife. “Make me understand, for love of God!” I breathed, tears filling my eyes.
    Lady Surrey’s face was wistful. “It was cruel of my husband to speak of such things when he clearly knew you would hear him.” She pursed her lips a moment. “I suppose in his own strange way he means well—in true Howard manner he is trying to prepare you for the situation before the court leaves.” She drew in a wavering breath, closing her eyes. “Lady Margaret Drummond was King James’s mistress for many years. To remove the possible threat of her usurping your rightful place as queen she was poisoned at her breakfast. Unfortunately, two of her sisters ingested the poison as well and—”
    Margaret, sweet Margaret . It was not me he cried for in his sleep but her. Was that why he called me Maggie? Because he could not bear to utter the name of his lost love? Oh, God, my handsome prince . . . Was there any hope that he would ever love me?
    With effort I stilled my quivering lip. “Wh-who did it?”
    Lady Surrey shook her head. “No one