Part 24:
link “My lady, the midwife is here to see you,” Sir Leon has just knocked as Gwen and Arthur are finishing their dinner.
“Thank you, Leon, please send her in,” Gwen says.
“Yes, my lady. And congratulations,” he grins at her, a boyish grin that Gwen remembers from her childhood when her mother was working in his family’s home.
“Thank you.”
Gwen stands, sits again, and stands carefully, slower. Arthur frowns.
He is sick with worry over what’s probably...
