Lucille
“Ma'am," Lady Johana replied.
As she spoke, Lady Buckingham appeared. With a quick curtsy, her hazel gaze met mine. With each tick of the clock, my pulse raced faster and faster. My fingers holding to the chair blanched as my grip tightened and my vision blurred.
“Roman?" I questioned, a swell of emotion percolating within me.
Lady Buckingham came forward and reached for my hand. “Your Highness." She turned to Isabella. “Highnesses." She nodded. “Lord Martin informed me that the prince and the duke are on their way to Molave Palace."
I sucked in a breath.
“Why not bring them here?" I asked.
“Are they injured?" Isabella asked.
Lady Buckingham worked to keep her tone and tenor even. “Apparently, yes, there are injuries. Of course, King Theodore was immediately informed. H
