Geoffrey stepped closer to his son. "For once in your life, get some sense. Think with your bigger head—although at this point, I doubt there is anything in it!" He turned from him, having apparently finished skinning his son for the morning, and faced Livia. "You did not have a mother to guide you."
Richard looked at his father, warning in his eyes, but Geoffrey did not look away from her.
"But you have shown yourself strong enough despite what the world has thrown at you," he continued. "You survived things that would have broken many ladies raised with every comfort. Do not now surrender your judgment." Geoffrey held Livia's gaze. "Gain some backbone, child, and learn to say no to the maniac you have chosen for a husband."
"Yes, my lord," Livia answered, her gaze lowered to the floor.
Geoffrey gave Richard one last glare and turned toward the door. "I shall be leaving for Whitehall soon. You both should come down for breakfast."
