![]() ![]() He gave himself an inward shake when he realized that if she were his, he'd go into hock making her happy. While Anna was with him, it was his due to provide her with things she needed. How many times could she drop that she was fifteenth from the throne? The idea of Anna asking for anything from that snob made his hackles rise - and his pride suffer. He'd read some letters from that one, too. "Then I could go to my English friend's home and borrow from her." "The hell you will." Did she think he fought her on this because of money? Did she believe she needed to sell her irreplaceable jewelry because he was unable to clothe her? "I'm no' letting you sell your things." I could finally sell a piece of jewelry." "Surely the assassins who want to murder me haven't caught up with us yet. ![]() ![]() He also knew she wasn't leaving this house. He stared at her skirts swishing too high above her ankles and knew she was right. "I just bought you clothing in the village." ![]() "I need to go shopping," she informed him as she passed his chair. Court sank back in a chair, knowing this wasn't a good sign. She'd eaten, she'd bathed, and now that she'd met him downstairs in the parlor, she was pacing, trudging back and forth across the plush carpets. ![]()
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