Lady Beatrice stood by the door hearing all what was being said between her daughter Ashling and the handsome earl of Winthrope, Eric. H
e was so dashing and handsome. And he was royalty! A distant nephew of the king. Hopefully things would go as planned.
She could already see herself visiting the Birmingham palace as a regular visitor. Sipping tea with the Queen. It was nice to have money that they had, but they were not royalty. How lovely it would be if she became royalty. She saw herself laughing with the Queen and-
"Mother! What on earth are you doing?"
Oh heavens! Why? Why was one of her naughty children always interrupting her thoughts? Could they not let her be.
She turned aroun
