Lucille

“Your Highness,” Lady Buckingham said as I met her in the outer office. The stress and concern showed in her furrowed brow, pursed lips, and hazel stare.

“I’m fine, Mary.”

With a sigh, my mistress closed her eyes. By the time they opened, a stray tear glided down her cheek. “I’ll get an ice pack.”

“We’re on our way to the infirmary. The king and the prince want to be sure I’m all right.” ...