CHAPTER FIVE

“Her Majesty is here?”

The guard’s voice cracked like thunder across the hallway. His eyes went wide the moment he saw me standing there, tall, calm, glowing in the dim golden light that poured from the torches.

I couldn’t help the little smirk tugging at my lips.

Yes, I looked good. Way too good for someone trapped in a stranger’s body and stuck in a century that didn’t even have toothpaste.

The maids had bathed me in warm milky water mixed with lavender and ...