Lucille

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the outer door to Isabella and Francis’s apartments in Molave Palace. I’d been less than receptive to my sister-in-law during the last few weeks. In all honesty, it was the knowledge that she’d taken the princess to my home that had me upset.

My home.

Our home.

She’d called and asked for refuge for herself and her children. That I willingly gave. The princess was another ...