Had this been a long-standing concern for her sister? Merlin, how she'd avoided talking about it with her until now was beyond her. But-- then again, for all she knew, her sister would never have gone so far as to tell her about her fears unless she'd brought it up-- or sought her out, for that matter.
"Luckily for both of us, I don't anticipate living long enough for him to start thinking ill of me." Daphne smiled despite herself. Ah, morbid humor. It was truly the only way she managed to cope with their potential condition. Although, she supposed her visits with the late Joseph Flint had more or less confirmed said condition. Well.
"Besides, his wife decided her allegiance laid with her son and the rebellion, not her husband. And I'll be long dead before he can decide to trade me in for a better, younger model." Reaching across the table to take her sister's hand, she smiled, her gaze warm. "You're "