Regent. Tobin's regent…
The title echoed over and over in Celia's mind.
Her as Regent of Havietten…
Her mind flashed back to several weeks ago when Tobin had been ill and bedbound from plain gluttony. How she'd heard him shouting at one of his advisors that he'd rather be on death's door than agree to appoint her as his regent.
One of the men sitting in front of me right now, might've even been in Tobin's room to hear him shout it, she thought with a wry smile.
"My husband has never been, um, in favour of me taking on the regency. That would be a very polite way of putting it." Celia mumbled. She kept her eyes downcast. Tobin's obvious refusal to ever trust her, made her feel oddly self conscious in front of others.
If her own husband had no confidence in her, why should anyone else?
The four physicians all nodded, but the words that followed took her by complete surprise.