Anne
Charles touched his cheek where Anne had slapped him and rubbed it, smiling a little and appreciating her a bit more for that. He couldn't help the laugh that escaped him, though, as she walked away.
"You JUST figured this out?"
The woman had spirit to her, he had to admit that much. Maybe that was why Harry had been such a fool over her back when he was married to Katherine.
Of course, he did his best to ignore her remarks about Margaret, deciding that perhaps he should find Jane and keep her company. He also did his best not to look at Margaret, too.
Damn her.
And for the life of him, Charles could not figure out if he was thinking of either Anne or Margaret when he thought that....