PRINCESS VICTORIA — POINT OF VIEW
The moment I closed the door behind me, I locked it and leaned my back against it, clutching the envelope like it might vanish if I blinked. My palms were sweating. My heart pounded harder now than it did when Prince George slipped the ring onto my finger in front of cameras and nobility. Something about the way it was handed to me, the quiet urgency of the maid’s eyes told me that opening it could change everything.
I walked toward the vanity, sat down, and carefully broke the wax seal. The parchment inside was folded neatly, handwritten in slanted, elegant ink.
“Princess Victoria,
This letter may frighten you, but I beg you not to panic. I am not your enemy. The man you are about to marry is not the man the world believes he is. Neither is the
