The Wronged Princess - Book I (Chapter 7, page 1 of 3)


Previous Page
Next Page

Thomasine stepped forward and offered a comely welcome to her new houseguests, with all the grace a queen summoned after her strong winsome son dropped like a pile of rocks on the ground, before God and country. Of course, she'd hidden her inclination to do the same. What a brilliant escape.

Rather than stalking away, which was her next tempting option, she assessed the two young women before her. The two were lovely with their shiny hair and creamy complexions, but sullen expressions detracted from their true beauty. Their mother, Lady Hildeguard Roche was awed, yet watchful.

A many-times-mended-over kerchief in a drab faded brown covered the long dark, dull locks of hair that hung down the back of a very pretty servant girl. Her apron had certainly seen better days. Thomasine narrowed her eyes. Was it her imagination or had something in the girl's pocket just moved? Non, impossible. With a self-conscious move the child slid her chapped hand in that same pocket, clearly ashamed.

Lovely brown eyes looked lost in a face dotted with…was that ash on her pale cheeks? Cleaned up, the chit would be quite breathtaking. Thomasine wished she could reassure the child. At first glance, her son's choice was questionable. She pushed aside her doubts. She would make a fine princess.

If this stratagem did not somehow manage to go awry, she and Faustine might achieve success in guiding Prince's efforts toward maturity. The thought was enough to send a shiver skittering down her spine.

Previous Page
Next Page


Rate This Book

Current Rating: 3.1/5 (116 votes cast)



Review This Book or Post a Comment