The foyer of Hamilton House was slowly emptying of its chaos, but the tension remained, thick as the London fog outside.
Harry was beginning to rub his eyes. His burst of energy upon seeing his mother in the morning was fading, replaced by the crankiness of a missed nap. He let out a small, protesting whimper and buried his face in Ines's neck.
"He is tired," Ines said softly, patting his back. "The journey was long."
She turned to Edith, her trusted maid and now the keeper of the nursery.
"Edith," Ines said. "Take him up. Nanny Rose should be waiting. A warm bath and a nap, I think."
"Yes, Your Grace," Edith said. She stepped forward and held out her arms.
Harry went to her willingly, though he kept one sleepy eye on his mother. Edith adjusted the white wool coat around him and headed for the stairs.
