“Su Alteza, el Consorte de Asturias!”
Juana looked up from her desk and beamed as her husband entered the room.
“George, darling,” She waved away his bow and turned her face up to his for a kiss.
“How goes the matter of statecraft?” he chuckled, cupping her cheek in one hand.
“I’m planning our upcoming visit to England at the moment. Should you like to spend some time with our siblings at Ludlow, if we can arrange it?”
George grinned, “You know I would. I’ve missed Annabelle.”
“I thought you might be pleased. I’ll ask to have it added to our itinerary.”
“I imagine your mother will want us to. Goodness knows she’ll want to save the English alliance if she can. Which means she’ll want us to try to smooth things over between Anne and John.”
“George? What aren’t you telling me?”
Juana
