Beatrice Byrd checked both patients as she did every day. Finished tidying her things, she seemed in high spirits. "Surprisingly good news—it looks like in another six months, you'll be fully recovered."
Hearing the update, The Princess Royal merely withdrew her hand without much expression, her voice calm. "I'm ready to make my move."
Beatrice paused mid-motion, a wry quirk to her lips. "After all this time, I almost forgot."
Standing aside, Lina Riley suspected that statement was nothing but a lie. She sighed. "Aren't you curious how we plan on doing it?"
Beatrice wasn't leaving yet. Instead, she pulled up a seat and chatted. Glancing first at The Princess Royal, she answered, "I know you well enough to guess that the Marquess of Whitehaven will meet a most disgraceful end."