Lucille
Rothy tugged on my hand. His dark eyes shimmered as his smile blossomed, lighting his round face. I looked questioningly toward Isabella.
“I believe he wants to show you something."
Rothy nodded his head, causing his dark curls to bounce.
Lady Buckingham had been right. The children were the perfect distraction for my cyclone of thoughts. Allowing the young prince to take my hand, I let Rothy lead me toward the toy area in the family's private den. Soon the young prince had a book pulled from the shelf and was showing it to me.
“Do you want me to read this?" I asked.
Rothy nodded again. It was as I sat on the rug that he climbed onto my lap. For only a few seconds, I closed my eyes, inhaling his sweet scent and entertaining thoughts of my own child.
“Are you well?" Isab
