Contents ( 59)
- Prologue
- Amy Robsart, Cumnor Village
- 1
- Lizzie: Amelia and Dudley’s Wedding, 2010
- 2
- Amy: Stanfield Manor, Norfolk, August 1549
- 3
- Lizzie: Present Day
- 4
- Amy: Stansfield Manor, Norfolk, April 1550
- 5
- Lizzie: Present Day
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- Amy: Sheen Palace, June 1550
- 7
- Lizzie: Present Day
- 8
- Amy: Castle Rising, Norfolk, Summer 1551
- 9
- Lizzie: Present Day
- 10
- Amy: Whitehall Palace, Summer 1552
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- Lizzie: Present Day
- 12
- Amy: The Tower of London, March 1554
- 13
- Lizzie: Present Day
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- Amy: Baynard’s Castle, London, Spring 1557
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- Lizzie: Present Day
- 16
- Amy: Hatfield, Hertfordshire, Summer 1557
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- Lizzie: Present Day
- 18
- Amy: Throcking Manor, November 1558
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- Lizzie: Present Day
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- Amy: Melford Hall, Suffolk, May 1559
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- Lizzie: Present Day
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- Amy: Cumnor Place, Oxfordshire, April 1560
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- Lizzie: Present Day
- 24
- Amy: Cumnor Place, 8th September 1560
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- Lizzie: Present Day
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- Lizzie: Present Day
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- Lizzie: Present Day
- Epilogue
- Amy Robsart, The Citrine Pool
- Acknowledgements
“They married so young.” Kat looked up from her phone. “Don’t you remember, Bill? It was very romantic. Love at first sight. Amelia was only about seventeen and Dudley not much more. They married at Oakhangar and there were thrones and a crystal horse-drawn carriage, and they released rare butterflies—”
“Which all died because they couldn’t cope with the British climate,” Lizzie interrupted. “The RSPCA threatened to prosecute Dudley for cruelty.” The scar in her palm itched sharply. She clenched her fingers over it. She hadn’t thought about Dudley and Amelia’s wedding for years. It hadn’t been a favourite memory.
Bill made a huffing sound. “Cruelty, huh? That seems like a metaphor for the whole marriage.” He shook his head. “Whether it’s murder or suicide, this is a godawful mess.”
“Hello?” Lizzie waved a hand. “Excuse me? Why can’t it just be a simple accident? Horrible, I know—” she winced “—but it doesn’t have to be either sinister or Dudley’s fault.”
“Quite right, babes,” Kat said in the sort of absent-minded voice that Lizzie knew meant she was paying no attention at all. “Although the BBC is saying that the police are investigating.”
“Good,” Lizzie said. “Perhaps that will shut everyone up.” She sat forward. “I’d like my phone back now, please, Bill, and I’d also like to be taken to London. I don’t know where we’re going but I need to be back for rehearsals for Stars of the Dance next week.”
“I think that would be a bad idea,” Bill said slowly. “You’ll come in for a lot of flak, especially as Dudley’s taking part too. Perhaps you should lie low for a week or so.”
Lizzie sat up straighter. “What? Why?”
“Dudley’s dropped out of Stars of the Dance,” Kat interrupted. “His people are making an announcement in fifteen minutes.” She looked at Lizzie. “Do you think you should say something too?”
“No!” Lizzie said, before she could finish. “No way! This is absolutely nothing to do with me!”
“I agree,” Bill said. “With any luck they’ll pull this week’s show anyway as a mark of respect since it’s only two days away. A couple of the other contestants were Amelia’s friends, weren’t they?” He didn’t wait for Lizzie to respond. “But then it’s back to business. We don’t want it to look like it was in any way Lizzie’s fault no matter what social media is saying.”
“Lulu Styles is giving a live interview on AListed,” Kat reported. “She says that Amelia was depressed because she thought she could never compete with Lizzie.” Kat turned up the volume and the tinny sound of Lulu’s voice echoed around the car: “Amelia said Lizzie Kingdom already had it all but she wanted Dudley as well.”
Lizzie shuddered to hear the naked excitement in the interviewer’s voice: “You mean Amelia thought they were having an affair?”
“Oh God, no.” Lulu sounded contemptuous. “Lizzie’s kind of sexless, isn’t she? But she and Dudley were so cute together, like they were still six years old. Amelia said she couldn’t compete with that sort of friendship. She never got a look-in.”