“Something wasn’t right. Something was amiss, she knew it for sure. The lady was miserable. Yes, she was breeding, and yes, missing her husband too, but her grief was so deep, so all-encompassing. It wasn’t natural for a lass to fall into such a spell. Henna assured her every day that the earl would return soon, that she wouldn’t be missing him too much more, and then she’d lift herself out of her gloom with such false happiness that she seemed a different person altogether. Forced smiles, inane... talk, an unnatural brightness in her eyes that made Henna wonder if she still possessed her wits. Henna shook her head, looking down at the tray she carried. Try as she might, she could barely get the lass to eat. She tried every delicacy she knew to tempt the lady’s appetite. At night, Cait sat pale and still at the table and looked positively green. Pregnancy, bah. It was a burden for women. Made ’em sick, made ’em strange and emotional-like. Well, Henna thought it was time to let her in on the secret.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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