A gentle tapping on the door interrupted their peaceful reverie.
"For fuck's sake. Can't we have even a few moments to ourselves in this court?" William sat up and then growled permission for whoever was knocking to enter.
If it's another maid with a bowl of that porridge, I swear I'll make her eat it herself until she chokes, he silently vowed.
Instead, a plump, pleasant faced young woman entered and bowed to them both. "Pardon my interruption, Your Highnesses." she drawled in a thick country accent. "I'm here to feed the little one."
William frowned uneasily and looked over at Camilla, who had fallen asleep against the bedhead. She probably wouldn't want to be separated from Malcolm, he thought.
Then again, he reasoned to himself, she needs the rest. She's hardly going to recuperate and grow strong quickly if she has to feed a hungry baby around the clock.
Especially if she's been fed nothing but gruel for the last few weeks. He felt his blood surge with rage again.
