Lucille
“Your Highness," Lady Buckingham said as I met her in the outer office. The stress and concern showed in her furrowed brow, pursed lips, and hazel stare.
“I'm fine, Mary."
With a sigh, my mistress closed her eyes. By the time they opened, a stray tear glided down her cheek. “I'll get an ice pack."
“We're on our way to the infirmary. The king and the prince want to be sure I'm all right." Reaching for her hands, I spoke softly, leading her from the king's offices. “This—today—was good. I'm not hurt, not badly." The pain from my cheek was outweighed by the elation from my last conversation. My heart felt as though it was ready to leap from my chest. “The king and Mrs. Drake thanked me for my service to Molave." Leaning closer, I looked into her orbs. “I'm doing something."
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