***
He had been consumed with worry, and when she had fainted in his arms, he had nearly lost his head to terror. But she was safe now. Safe with him and his fear subsided.
Now, he was angry.
Denney had dared? And Brand? How could he have been so reckless as to forge such an alliance? He sighed in frustration. Did Brand truly believe that Denney could be so easily manipulated? Featings, perhaps - the man's intelligence was comparable to that of a concussed cow - but not Denney.
Alexander left Guinevere's bedchamber, after commanding the maids to attend to her, helping her out of the overused dress and into her night garments. The doctor had administered medications and left behind a bottle of laudanum. Guinevere was asleep now.
'Your Majesty, it is my thought that Lady Fitzgerald suffered a blow to the head.'
'How is she now?"
'She will recover perfectly. But she must be allowed to rest a while. Days even.'
