Roman

Lady Buckingham’s voice was calm, yet her words sent my mind into a tailspin. Looking around the conference room, my gaze met King Theodore’s. “It’s Lucille. I need to go to the infirmary.”

Placing his hands on the table, the king stood. “Is she all right?”

I was too distraught to think much about the way his left hand trembled. Emotions choked my response. “I don’t know.”

“The baby?”

I ...