I Hold All the Keys

[Hecate Moody]

Mumbling was a pet peeve of Hecate’s – one of many, this one largely because she was concerned about her hearing going and the embarrassment that frailty would cause – and she narrowed her eyes briefly at her daughter before she had the sense to speak with a little more clarity. She shook her head, easing herself into an armchair as rigidly as she could though she could not help the wince as pain shot through her body again.

It was ludicrous and the loathed the weakness. There must be a potion that would make this go away with the lack of control laudanum would cause?

“Unless you’ve become a healer in the last week I doubt there is anything you can do that my maid cannot.,” Amy also did a number of things she would probably kill her daughter over if Hecate ever found out she had done. Even once she was married. Frankly, especially once she was married.

“Why are you up so early? I’m going to assume it is not worry for my health.”