Trapped

The funeral of Luke's wife was scheduled to be held three days after her death. Her relatives all came to see the baby in my room. I could sense their displeasure at seeing me take their daughter's child but there wasn't much they could do. They were afraid to displease the King so they kept mute. I tried to reassure them the best way I could that I would look after the child like my own.

For the most part, he was easy to handle. He didn't cry or fuss around much which was a blessing as I wondered what I would have done with a shrieking child. A wet nurse had been assigned to him who breastfed him constantly. For my part, I asked that his cot be brought to my room so that he was never far from me. Occasionally, Magnus himself came to see us and make small talk. I still feigned being ill so I could stay longer in bed.

I had instructed the royal seamstress to make a black dress. I wanted to wear it for the funeral. I had already worn the ones I had to the other funeral and it wasn't goo