From those fragments, Tabitha had understood enough. She admired the girl. Many women, placed so near a crown, would have looked at the glitter and chosen power over peace. After all, why remain tied to a dukedom, however grand, when one might have the king of England at her beck and call?
Livia had not reached for the glitter of the crown. She had turned from it. She knew the difference between being honoured and being possessed. That alone told Tabitha more about her character than any noble lineage could have done.
"Come, my lady," Tabitha murmured. She offered her hand, and Livia took it.
The physician stepped back respectfully as Tabitha helped her rise. His assistants gathered their things and followed at a careful distance.
Tabitha led Livia toward her chamber. She could not stop the examination but she could ensure Livia was not made to feel alone through it.
