*Lydia*
I sit in the drawing room, surrounded by the dim light cast by a few lamps, creating an atmosphere that feels fitting for this occasion. The oversized, overstuffed chair engulfs the Prince, making it seem as though he might disappear into it at any moment.
Perched on the arm of his chair, the Princess delicately caresses his face, neck, hair, and hand. I find myself seeing the woman in a new light, trying to comprehend the immense sorrow of losing a mate.
My own mother experienced such loss and found happiness again when she remarried. Although I barely remember my first father, I am certain that my mother is happier with Harrison.
As the couple sits side by side, holding hands, their younger children gather at their feet. I had expected the Princess to be outraged when the ch
