Sometime during the night she woke, as little Robert climbed up into her bed. I forgot to tell Lothor to lock him in again, she realized. There was nothing to be done for it, so she put her arm around him. “Sweetrobin? You can stay, but try not to squirm around. Just close your eyes and sleep, little one.” “I will.” He cuddled close and laid his head between her breasts. “Alayne? Are you my mother now?” “I suppose I am,” she said. If a lie was kindly meant, there was no harm in it.
