if you challenge me, i shall defeat you. ( davina to euphemia )
"challenge you, your grace?" a smile played at the corner of the lady's mouth, though she tried to repress it. "i don't believe i would ever dare such a thing." if i did, euphemia thought, i have already won- and the small bump now growing upon her stomach only proved it. the queen might have the crown, and the king's hand in marriage, but euphemia had his affections- and that brought her pride.














