“Do what you would like to my hair, Luci…but please-don’t perfume it tonight.The smell…it’s so strong and this babe is giving me the nose of a hound,” Emilia said as she sat on a stool beside her dresser as Luci finished making up her face.
Tonight was King Algar’s coronation jubilee-a celebration of his seventy-five year reign. The palace hummed with nervous energy. Courtiers in all their finery were flocking to the castle this very moment, eager to feast and dance and gossip the night away. Well, they certain would have something to set their tongues wagging, Emilia chuckled to herself as she smoothed a hand over her now fairly noticeable belly.
During his speech, Emilia’s father-in-law was going to announce that the Dark Prince and his Dark Bride were carrying on his royal line. The
