Richard mussed his hair, rumpled the sheets, and hurriedly kicked Christina’s pumps under the bed before unlocking the door. “Good evening, Mother.”
Princess Marguerite pushed her way into the room. Her black gown swished against the Savonnerie carpet. “I hope I did not interrupt anything.”
“No, I was in bed.”
“Alone?” She peered around him to stare at his bed.
Her question did not deserve an answer. She always seemed disappointed when she failed to find a woman spending the night. It meant waiting that much longer for grandchildren. “I thought you would be asleep by now.”
“How could I sleep after what happened tonight? I want to know what’s going on, Richard.” Crossing the room, she glanced in the bathroom. “And do not tell me you evacuated the palace because of your uncle’s heart at
