Lucille

“Ma’am,” Lady Johana replied.

As she spoke, Lady Buckingham appeared. With a quick curtsy, her hazel gaze met mine. With each tick of the clock, my pulse raced faster and faster. My fingers holding to the chair blanched as my grip tightened and my vision blurred.

“Roman?” I questioned, a swell of emotion percolating within me.

Lady Buckingham came forward and reached for my hand. “Your Highness.” She ...