Everyone had seemed soundly asleep when she’d tiptoed in before dawn, so hurt and confused she could only curl up in her bed and pray for the pain to leave her. But she should have known Anne would miss nothing.‘Did anyone else notice?’ she whispered.‘Nay,’ Anne said, reaching for the bowl of hairpins on the bedside table. ‘I told them you were on an errand for the Queen. They were so full of wine they would not have noticed if the roof collapsed on them, anyway.’‘Thank you, Anne. You are a fine friend,’ Rosamund said, sitting very still as Anne fastened her hair up tightly. Anne was a good friend, a comfort, even if she did not know it. ‘If I can ever help you and Lord Langley to a secret meeting…’Anne snorted. ‘I doubt that shall ever happen! I may one day hold you to your promise of assistance, Rosamund, even if I must be with someone else. But are you sure naught is amiss? You seem distracted today.’Rosamund had certainly seen the way Anne looked at Langley, and the way he looked at her.
