he finest apothecary in the capital! The most potent fertility tonic. For our future heir!" She shot a disdainful glance at Adeline, then

ed toward her daughter. "Yo

ing bowl toward her. "Well, sister-in-law? Drink it while it'

ous liquid she'd been forced to drink for years in her past life-so-called tonics that had left

. "Thank you for your concern,

etulant scowl. "What is that supposed to mea

"Adeline. It's a gift fr

ord

, meeting Eleanor's gaze in the mirror. "My heal

ou're just selfish! You don't want to have my brother's child!" She turned to Eleanor, eyes filling with croco

laughable. Adeline suppr

aged. She snatched the bowl and advanced. "You will dr

tensing as Rosalind tried to force the bowl to her lips. She raised a hand to block h

ding like a pool of blood. "Aah! My hand!" She cradled her wrist; a red patch was forming on her delicate skin. Re

as if it were a mortal wound. She turned on Adeline, eyes blazing. "You ar

ssion unreadable. They were painting

nto Eleanor's shoulder. "She wants to des

would be a lie; any resistance, further proof. She took a slow deep breath. Very well. If they

rds sink in, looking from Eleanor's furious face to Rosalind's tear-streaked one. "And if the Ferguson line is so desperate for an he

om wen

ce said Blackwood had married a fruitless vine. A memorable phras

n. Eleanor's face went de

re you accuse my womb again, Your Grace, perhaps you should first determine whether your son po

asier to blame the wife than admit the Ferguson heir may be