Princess Emeline“Emeline.”
I wake with a groan.
My head is jumbled, and the last thing I remember is—
Jolting upward, I attempt to move but cannot, thanks to the shackles around my wrists.
Catherine is beside me. She too is bound.
We are caged in a cell on wooden wheels, no doubt on the way to be sold to the highest bidder. That cannot happen.
I try to budge the shackles, but they are tight.
We are captured with two other women and three men. I wonder who they are.
“It will be all right,” I assure Catherine. “I will think of something.”
One of the men scoffs as he knows this is a promise I will not be able to keep.
“Where are they taking us?”
“Mercia,” one of the women whispers. “I hear King Beornwulf is kind.”
“There is no such thing when in relation to a king,” I reply, shaki
