Chapter 13: PINING FOR HER PRINCE
24 MARCH
Year 21 of King Henry XII
I didn’t go to bed with Arthur. I think I could have, if I’d wanted to. I did want to. But he’s too much a gentleman and while I was bold, I wasn’t bold enough. Despite that, it felt like it would have been easy, and I’m not sure I can trust anything in this process that feels that way.
At some future date — I don’t even know when the wedding will be! — I’ll go back to being a princess living in a palace. But for now, I’ve been released on my own recognizance. God, it’s good to be home in my own flat, with my own bed, and no staff about constantly. Except, of course, for the security desk the Palace set up outside in the hall.
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