Silence. Then Homer spoke. "It doesn't matter. Do as I told you. When I take a concubine someday and she bears children, I'll give one to Penelope to raise in her old age."
"Understood, my lord."
So it was true. He thought I was filthy. He had never wanted a child with me.
The last ember of hope inside me turned to ash.
Dr. Shepherd was still working to save me when a maid from the Crown Prince's Court burst through the door. "My lord, the Crown Princess has been suffering from stomach pains today. She's requesting Dr. Shepherd come examine her."
Homer's expression changed instantly, open concern written across every line of his face. Without a moment's hesitation, he grabbed Dr. Shepherd by the arm and pulled him toward the door.
Ruby Abbott, my personal maid, threw herself at Homer's legs and clung on. "My lord, if you take Dr. Shepherd now, the lady will die!"
"The Crown Princess only has a stomachache. Any court physician can see to that. But my lady is hanging by a thread..."
"Please, my lord, have mercy on her..."
"Insolent wretch! The Crown Princess is of the highest birth. Who are you, a servant, to decide her care?"