Lucille

Rothy tugged on my hand. His dark eyes shimmered as his smile blossomed, lighting his round face. I looked questioningly toward Isabella.

“I believe he wants to show you something.”

Rothy nodded his head, causing his dark curls to bounce.

Lady Buckingham had been right. The children were the perfect distraction for my cyclone of thoughts. Allowing the young prince to take my hand, I let Rothy lead me toward the ...