Lucille

As Roman bowed and I curtsied to King Theodore and Queen Anne, my heart thumped too quickly—so fast I feared the organ may leap from my chest. I wanted nothing more than to run down the aisle.

Alas, protocol trumped.

Roman and I stepped toward the monarchs.

“Roman,” Queen Anne said, reaching for his cheeks and placing a kiss on one.

His deep voice rumbled with his appreciation. “Mum.” ...