Roman

I barely made it back to my bedchamber before the morning sounds of waking began to register from the outer parlor. Lady Buckingham would find Lucille asleep dressed in her long nightgown beneath orderly bedclothes. Unless she’d fallen asleep in mere minutes, Lucille would most likely be only pretending to slumber. It had taken the two of us at least fifteen minutes to locate our various items of clothing and remake the bed. The princess ...