wedding. âSo whatâs to be done about it?â
âIâve brought a tonic.â Boubou helped Edward to sit up as Lord Dudley handed him a goblet of a dark liquid that tasted as bad as it smelled, like rotted leaves with a touch of fennel. But almost immediately after the tonic touched his tongue, he felt slightly better, clearer of mind, less exhausted.
âI should probably bleed you at some point,â Boubou continued delicately after Edward had dutifully downed the tonic.
Edward tried not to cringe. Heâd been bled once before, when heâd first become ill. He thought that if anything, the bleeding had only made him feel weaker. Plus it was unsettling watching his blood drain into a bowl.
âNo,â he said. âNo bleeding.â
Boubou didnât argue, but the doctor didnât seem to be afraid of him any longer, which Edward found disappointing.
Lord Dudley shuffled forward hefting a writing tray, which he placed carefully across Edwardâs lap. Then he produced a large parchment scroll and unrolled it on the tray.
Revised Decree on the Line of Succession, the scroll read, followed by a lot of very fine print that swam before Edwardâs eyes.
âWhat is this?â Edward asked.
âYour royal will, Your Highness,â the duke said, motioning for Boubou to bring him a quill and a pot of ink. âWe discussed how you would name Jane Greyâs male heir as your successor. Remember?â
Edward had a vague recollection of this.
âBut considering this most recent turn in your health,â Dudley continued, âI thought it might be prudent to revise the line of succession.â
For a moment Edward was confused. Then he realized. âBecause you donât think Iâll live long enough for Jane to have a son.â
Dudley said nothing, but his gaze lingered on the parchment. Edward squinted to read the flowery calligraphy. At the top was his title: Edward the Sixth, by the Grace of God, King of England, Ireland, and France.
(Back then the English monarchy liked to claim ownership of France, even though France had a perfectly suitable king of its own. The relationship between the two countries was obviously strained as a result.)
ââFor lack of issue of my body,ââ he read, then stopped to take a breath. ââUpon the event of my death, I bequeath my kingdom and the entitlements and protections thereof, to the Lady Jane Grey and the male heirs who follow her.ââ He glanced up at Dudley. âYou want me to make Jane herself the queen?â
Dudley nodded sagely, his eyes gleaming above his great nose.
Edward didnât know why he felt surprised at this news.
âBut sheâs a woman,â he murmured. âThe crown canât go to a woman, right?â
âJane would have my son to guide her,â Dudley said. âAnd me.â
Well, that made sense, thought Edward. Lord Dudley had been one of his most faithful and trusted advisors over the years. The duke had never led him astray.
Dudley handed him the quill.
Edward hesitated. He ignored Dudleyâs protests and rose shakily from his bed, crossed to the window to stare down at the courtyard. For just a moment he thought he actually saw Jane down below him, the jewels of her golden gown catching the sun, her hair a gleam of red. But when he looked again she was gone.
Jane was on her honeymoon, he told himself. Not here.
Then he allowed himself to truly consider the idea of Jane as queen. His little, stubborn, and bookish, utterly sweet cousin Jane. Queen of England.
She wasnât going to like that. Sheâd even said as much once. Too many rules.
But what was his alternative? Mary was still a Verity and a royal stick in the mud. Bess was still of an uncertain opinion when it came to her stance on Eâians. Jane was the only decent choice left from the royal line, unless you factored in Mary Queen of Scots.
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