Opal shook her head, eyes widening slightly. Not because she was afraid of Henry, not as she would have been if the suggestion were to tell her father-in-law. It was unthinkable for another reason entirely.
“Oh, I couldn’t do that,” she whispered, setting aside a rose , a daisy and an iris. “He’s been so good to me. He saved me from…”
Opal sighed, suddenly remembering that she wasn’t to tell anyone else where she’d come from. But she wanted to tell King Charles. Very much. She wanted to explain it all so that somebody would understand. But telling him the whole story would produce far more gems than she would easily be able to hide away. She blinked hard, trying to swallow both the lump in her throat and the disappointment of not being able to share all she wanted to with this kind man.
“I don’t want to be ungrateful,” she finished quietly.