“No words,” she said dully as if she had not heard me. Her eyes were opaque as she asked. “Does he know how I have failed him? Does he know about…our child?” “I do not believe he does, my lady. I sense no such grief in him, and well I know how it would grieve him.” Kettricken swallowed. I cursed my clumsy words, and yet, was it my place to utter words of comfort and love to his wife?
