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The sheer look of terror in Lucille's blue orbs made me want to take her from the palace and run. I wasn't sure where we would be able to go, but ever since Lord Martin informed me of the summons, the two of us getting away from this madness was all I could think about.
Cupping Lucille's cheek, I feigned a smile. “You'll be okay. You're strong, my princess."
Leaning toward my touch, her eyelashes fluttered before she sighed. “No, it can't be that he's back. King Theo wouldn't want me present."
“Unless he knows you know."
“I haven't said a word." Her hand covered her stomach. “Mr. Davies."
“What about Mr. Davies?"
Lucille spun, the skirt of her dress pitching as she walked to the fireplace.
“You told me he checked your cheek and said you were well."
She nodded.
Going
