Every night, Edwin’s thanes escort him to my chamber and clap him on the back before returning to their own pursuits. My husband leaves his shield by the door and his sword an arm’s length away from the straw mattress. We share a beaker of ale by the fire before he takes me to bed. This evening will be different. I bow before him and lead him to the bench. He looks at me curiously. “You don’t seem ready for me,” he says.
“Come, Your Majesty, let us enjoy a drink together. I have something to tell you.”
Edwin turns to look at my face and raises his eyebrows. “Is something amiss?”
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