That night, Nanny Adams scrubbed me in the tub until my skin turned a painful red before she let me out.
Nanny Adams, a loyal servant to my sister, covers all her sinister deeds.
Post-scrubbing, I was left in a simple slip, hidden behind a screen adjacent to the royal bed.
As she left, Nanny Adams hissed a stern warning: no sounds, no marks—make sure the king suspects nothing.
Tucked away behind the screen, I watched moon shadows dance on the glass, wondering about my brother-in-law, the king.
Samuel Tully, although the eldest, was never King Robb's favored son. My sister had been smitten with him long before her coronation, giddy with joy on the day she was chosen for the palace, even tossing me and my brother a bone.
It baffled me, her desperation to ascend to queen yet requiring me to carry her child.
Such treason could doom us all to the gallows.
If not for my brother, I'd be tempted to take her and the entire household down to hell with me tonight!
I stretched out a hand towards the screen, but at that moment, the chamber door swung open.
The sound of steady footsteps and subdued chuckles filled the air; I quickly withdrew my hand, holding my breath.