"Married? Goodness." Alice felt alarm rising to color her cheeks and arms with a violent flush (if anything, it made her look alive instead of twelve hours dead to those outside her mind). "I thought the Dollmaker was dead. Please say he hasn't forced you again or I don't know what I'll do. I've already done my worst..."

But no. That made no sense. Lizzie had never liked any of her father's undergraduates. The Queen couldn't mean to marry one. "If he's not the Dollmaker, then who? I cannot help you find him without knowing who he is." She gave Her Majesty a cross look and folded her arms over her chest. "And don't tell me to look inside my mind, because I'm not in the mood."