April 25, 1822
"Twins, your grace," the physician said, smiling wearily at the man sprawled in a chair in his study. "Boys. And healthy they are, bawling their lungs out."
Henry stood up slowly, running a hand over the half grown stubble on his jaw. Twins? Boys?
"How is my wife?" he asked after an instant of stunned silence.
"Very tired, as she's so small and it was a hard birth for her, but she's well. There seem to be no problems."
"There better not be," Henry growled, fixing the doctor with an intent gaze. "You are to remain here until she has completely recovered. I've heard too many times about women who have died within a few days after a normal birth, and I won't have that happen to Cassandra."
"But your grace, I have other patients who need me," the doctor protested. "Lady Auberly is nearly..."
Henry wasn't listening. He strode across the room and out the door of his study, taking the stairs two at a time. He eased into Cassy's room, his eyes trying to adjust to the dim light.