"So the wedding will be postponed until you have evidence that I was not placed here by the devil himself," Livia said.
"Postponed," he said carefully, "or cancelled."
Postponed had uncertainty in it. It was a door left closed but not yet barred. Cancelled was something else. Cancelled was the Church placing itself between her and Henry.
She lifted her chin. "And you have told the king this?"
The Archbishop folded his hands into his sleeves. "The messenger is yet to return."
"Ah."
If the Archbishop wished to meet the Italian witch, then by God, let him meet her.
"Very well then," she said. "With my witchcraft powers comes divination. I am quite certain, that you will be having a meeting with the king before the day is over." Livia curtsied then she walked out.
The Archbishop remained where he was, listening to the soft retreat of her footsteps beyond the door. He did not require powers of divination to know she was right.
