"I do not want you to!" she snapped. "I do not," she repeated, and this time her voice shook. "Do you understand? I am tired of being saved. Being saved is what keeps dragging me deeper into this triangle of a mess...You and Richard saved me at Beaumont's, and now look at you both. At each other's throats because of me."
"And I am here," she continued, gesturing around the chamber, "trapped in this glorified prison because you cannot bear to be without me. And now this?...Again? You nearly dying for me? Another debt I can never repay? Another reason for you to decide my life belongs to you?"
"Speaking of glorified prisons, you should freshen up. We leave for Whitehall soon. We can continue this conversation there."
Livia turned to face him fully. "You are still committed to that?"
"Yes. I am."
Livia rolled her eyes. A king might lose blood but he would not lose an argument. Heaven forbid the crown suffer such indignity.
