Henry endured the examination for all of five seconds. "Where is she?" he asked again.
The physician frowned. "Your Majesty, you must conserve your strength. Your body is still fighting whatever poison remained upon the arrowhead."
"I asked a question," Henry said, directing his gaze toward his valet. "Where is Livia?"
"I shall bring her immediately, Sire." Stephen bowed and hurried from the chamber. He returned only minutes later with Livia beside him. The instant she saw Henry awake, relief broke across her expression.
Henry's eyes softened. He smiled at the sight of her. "My queen…"
Every soul in the chamber froze. The physician stopped with two fingers pressed to Henry's wrist. Stephen went rigid beside the bed. Livia stared at the king.
"He is delirious," the physician said quickly.
A collective breath escaped the chamber. Relief moved through everyone. Delirium better be the damned explanation especially when the French princess's wedding gowns were already stitched.
