Henry glanced at Lionel. "Find her, please."
"Now," he continued, his voice tightening. "Anything you have to do, do it. Give a description and assign guards to search every inch of the city."
Lionel nodded once. "Yes, Your Majesty."
"If anyone remotely looks like her, I want them brought to me."
"Understood." Lionel bowed and headed out.
*****
It had been two days since Richard rescued her. Though, at this point, he was not entirely sure he could call it a rescue. It was beginning to look a little too much like a kidnapping.
No one knew he had her. No one had seen him ride off with her. And if Beaumont decided to make a formal report to the watch, Richard might find himself in more trouble than even his charming self could get him out of.
But then again, the prospect of trouble had never stopped him before. If anything, trouble usually poured him a drink and pulled out a chair.
The nurse had been coming in regularly to check on her. A widow named Mistress Albright.
