Roman

The door opened from within.

“Princess Inessa,” I inquired.

“Your Highness,” a lady-in-waiting said with a curtsy. “I’ll inform the princess you’ve arrived.”

Pushing my hands into my pant pockets, I stood in the front parlor. Slowly turning, I took in the décor. Everything was the same as when I’d lived in these apartments. I turned in time to see Princess Inessa coming my direction. This was the ...