Chapter Thirteen
Aurora
For the first time, guilt curled in Aurora’s stomach. She’d trapped Phillip in her cottage, keeping him away from the people who loved him. She’d said it was because he couldn’t travel until he regained his strength, and there was some truth to that, but she still felt as if she’d hidden him away and caused the kingdom to mourn.
His mother glanced at him every chance she got, a genuine smile on her face, as she led them through the royal apartments. As magnificent as the rest of the palace was, it didn’t compare to the luxury afforded to the king and queen. Lavish carpets of velvet spanned each room. Silk curtains hung in windows that overlooked the sea. Aurora ran her hand along a carved mahogany table, finer than any furniture she’d ever seen.
She tried to hid
