“Where were we? Oh yes. Those seven days seemed like weeks, but I refused to cave to my pride. Alois had breakfast with me on the eighth morning and invited me to go for a ride. Instructing me to wear britches since we would ride over the moors to the beach,” Elliandre finished her tea, and Eagene placed their cups back on the tray before retaking her seat.
“Before Alois grew angry with me, we went for a ride each morning, and I missed the freedom of galloping over the beach with no one there but us. I was excited for the first time in what felt like ages.”
The look she directed at the door her sister had shut so succinctly, brought Eagene enlightenment. Carmen, the lady’s maid, was Elliandre’s illegitimate sister, Lady De Arshaan. She must have snagged herself a lord to get a title, a
