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Queen of the North: sumptuous and evocative historical fiction from the Sunday Times bestselling author
Queen of the North: sumptuous and evocative historical fiction from the Sunday Times bestselling author

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Which rough summing-up of the situation worried me even more. ‘Your father sees all eventualities that can bring him power. And it was certainly in his mind. I was a gift from heaven. Look where my royal connections could now lead us.’

Harry understood perfectly. ‘I am looking. But to what purpose? All will hang on where Lancaster sees his future.’

Indeed all hung in the balance. All rested with Lancaster himself. If he had returned merely to claim his dukedom and his estates, then what cause to worry? Richard would remain gloriously King of England with Lancaster his cousinly counsellor. But if Lancaster had greater ambitions, what then? If the succession was in any manner disturbed, the royal blood of my Mortimer nephew must be thrown into the mix. And what would Lancaster do about that? If he proved not to be willing to bow the knee before Richard, would he be prepared to recognise a Mortimer claim before his own? But had I not rejected such a possibility? There was suddenly, out of nowhere, an air of menace in the room, of battle and bloodshed. I feared it but there was no means of dispelling it. As Harry said. All rested with Lancaster.

It was Harry’s voice that dragged me from my thoughts.

‘We have some unfinished business.’ Knife at last discarded, he pulled on my hand, so that I was in his arms, that brief earlier moment of intimacy restored to our pleasure. This room had a curtain-shrouded bed in it. ‘Dear Elizabeth. Do you recall our wedding?’

‘Yes. You patted my head, gave me a pair of gloves and a hawk, probably because someone instructed you to do so, then abandoned me to join in the jousting.’

‘And you returned to live with your parents.’

‘And when I came back, within two years my parents were dead, so was the hawk.’

‘I gave you another.’

‘So you did.’ I smiled at the memories of my growing up at Alnwick. ‘You were always kind, even before you decided that you loved me.’ And while he was distracted, pressing his mouth against my throat: ‘If you go to meet Lancaster – when you go – I will go with you, dear Harry.’

He was not distracted at all. ‘No, you will not. As the Earl would say, it’s no place for a woman.’

Was it not? I turned my face so that my lips met his, murmuring: ‘Now that we have that little domestic issue out of the way, let us take up where we left off.’

‘There is a bed.’

‘And you still reek of horse and sweat and leather and…’ I sniffed.

‘You are too fastidious.’

‘I am not fastidious enough.’ I made him laugh as I unlaced his shirt. ‘If you wish me to be quicker I can use that knife.’ It lay on the floor beside us.

‘I don’t need a knife. I can be very fast. Are you going to be a submissive wife?’

‘Mortimer wives are never submissive.’

‘Which I am of a mind to disprove.’

Disrobed in no time at all, our reunion was sweet and thorough, with no more forays into family loyalties until Harry was lacing himself into a damask robe of vibrant colour that even dulled his russet hair.

‘We will be leaving before the end of the week.’

‘I know.’

‘I will deliver your cousinly good wishes to Lancaster.’

‘Thank you.’ And then, because I could not completely dispel my worries: ‘I have a bad feeling about this, Harry. Make sure that you know what Lancaster wants from you.’

Harry belted the garment loosely around his hips.

‘Oh, we will. And we will make sure that he knows what we want from him.’

And I would know too. I had no intention of being left at Alnwick when contentious issues were raised with my cousin of Lancaster, but better not to reveal my plans. Better to allow Harry to believe that he had persuaded me to be compliant. How had we been wed for so many years and he not realise that when he marched south, I would be with him? For the moment I would make my preparations, without fuss, as he made his.

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