"They flee from me that sometime did me seek," he said, voice low. "With naked foot, stalking in my chamber. I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek, that now are wild and do not remember."
"The great Sir Thomas Wyatt," she said.
Henry's mouth curved sadly.
"I remember many things, my lord." Livia lifted her chin. "But I do not remember you being cruel. First, you arrange to send Richard to France...Then, by some convenient miracle, the Church suddenly cannot solemnise marriages until after the royal wedding. You think I do not see it?" Livia asked. "You think I am stupid?"
"No," Henry said. "I have never thought you stupid."
"Then do not treat me like a fool."
"I will do what I have to do."
"Then what?" Livia asked. "Let us say I leave my intended and find my way back to you. What happens?"
Henry inhaled. "You would be mine. You would be…"
"What? What would I be?" she pressed. "Someone you come to when you feel like it? Someone you keep in a house hidden?"
