Lucille

I’d forced myself to eat the meal in front of me, each bite more difficult to swallow than the last as the royal family conversed. No one mentioned that Roman seemed odd, nor did they care that he was absent for the meal, especially not with the presence of King Theodore.

I skirted the obligatory questions of my wellness. While Queen Anne was kind, she was asking if I were pregnant. I was most certain that if that were the ...