Lady Bella. What was the king's new obsession with this woman? Did she bring some kind of witchcraft with her from wherever she had gone to grieve, some country spell tucked beneath her décolletage to turn the king's attention back to her?
Madeleine's eyes flashed with anger. It came quickly but she buried it just as fast. She placed a palm lightly on the king's arm. "Your Highness."
Henry finally turned to her. His face was unguarded. He had been standing there with his body in Whitehall and his heart somewhere entirely unreachable. He straightened. "Princess."
Madeleine smiled anyway. "You seem lost."
"Just thinking…"
About Lady Bella? she almost asked.
Jealousy was a vulgar thing.
"I see," she said instead. "I wanted to say my greetings for the day." She gave him a small smile.
Henry looked at her but not the way he had been looking down into the garden. "Sure...I will see you later."
That was all. Madeleine felt her inside go very still. She bowed.
