Chapter Eleven
“Anna! Anna!” I heard Cecilia shriek. The Princess bolted her bedchamber, and I raced to see what the matter was, hearing the familiar sound of my incensed Princess. “Where’s Anna? Where’d she go!” Cecilia demanded to know. “I need her now.”
“I gave her a place to sleep,” I said, as I put my arm around the Cecilia’s shoulder and led her back into her room. “Perhaps you want to keep your voice more mellow. There are open windows in this house, and there are ears in this city that would tune themselves to your shrill tones.”
The Princess followed dutifully.
While we were sitting on her bed, the overcome young royal collapsed into my arms. “Dear Gwendolyn, you don’t know what trials that have beset me.”
“Do tell me, my love,” I said, feeling the great upheaval going on in
