It was the shouting that brought her back to the world.
She slowly crept out of the darkness, one sense at a time. Someone was shouting; was it Aoibheann? Someone else was weeping. The sour aftertaste of the tea they had given her for the pain lay on her tongue. It left her mouth feeling dry. She swallowed the urge to vomit, and smelled the sweat on her body. It was so hot. Would no one open a window to air out the room?
She felt a hand on hers, squeezing tightly. At last she opened her eyes, blinking at the brightness. The windows had been opened after all, or had they been open all along? Aoibheann was berating the midwife. She could not recall having ever seen her sister-in-law in such a fury. The Princess Royal was not one to lose her temper. Now she was demanding that the midwife tell her where the body was.
The body? A chill ran through her despite the summer heat. She remembered the hand holding hers, and turned her head to see her father-in-law, the King, at her side. He looked