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Evie
“What do you mean, you’re a prince?” I stared at Henry, my mind in a thousand places at once. When I looked into his eyes, all I could see was my Henry, the man who loved me, who made me feel whole. I didn’t see a prince. I didn’t see a man born to wealth I couldn’t imagine. “I thought the king only had the one son, Michael or whatever his name is?”
“I have a brother, but he’s younger than me. My mother was the woman he abandoned. He married Sophie before I was even born. Michael was born two years later.” His voice was monotone, as if something inside of him had broken.
“So, you are a bastard?” The word didn’t sound right to me. It was a harsh word, an ugly word that in no way described Henry.
“A bastard prince, yes.” His hands dove into his hair and plowed blond grooves into
