Violet had no choice but to send maids back into the Thierre's guest bedchamber. Someone needed to strip the bed and dispose of the ruined bedclothes. There was also the thankless task of scrubbing Sancia's blood from the rug.
She knew, she just knew that the minute the maids came back out of the room, word of the miscarriage would be spreading through every corner of the palace like a wildfire.
Her servants wouldn't be able to help themselves, no matter how much she ordered them to keep their mouths shut. Such scandalous news about the second lady in the land's unmarried sister would always be delicious gossip. And once word reached the king and queen…
They'd celebrate the outcome. Not publicly, of course. But privately, they'd rejoice at narrowly avoiding having to accept another Thierre girl with her non-existent dowry into the royal family.
