"You shouldn't be jealous of her, ever," Charles said quietly. "She's had a rough time. And now she's married to Henry Winter, which, just between you and me, I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy." A beat, and a wry smile. "I take that back. I would wish it on my worst enemy. You might as well know Henry and I don't, historically, get along well. But we keep the peace for my sister's sake. As you've seen." Very cordial, at the wedding, they'd been.

"Can't blame you for paranoia. That kind of thing often turns out to be anything but baseless, doesn't it?" He took a deep reflective drink of his cocoa, then licked the corner of his mouth to catch a stray drop. "So what ended up happening? Camilla disavowed any interest in anyone but Henry, and everyone lived happily ever after?"