Chapter 398 When The Time Comes
- Bartholomew crossed the courtyard at dawn, his cloak damp with mist. He paused at the threshold of Ann's office before entering, his bow sharp but not distant.
- "My queen," he said quietly. "First, my condolences for your father."
- Ann's hand stilled on the supply list she was reviewing. She looked up, and for a moment her eyes softened. "Thank you, Bartholomew."