CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Sebastian stood impatiently outside the doors to his mother’s chambers, waiting for the moment when he would be allowed inside. Even he had to wait, because as his mother had often told him, she didn’t have the luxury of ever being anything less than the Dowager.
Sebastian sometimes wished that he could be something other than a prince, though. It would have made things simpler with Sophia, for one thing.
He could hardly believe, as he stood there, that she had done all that Angelica had said about her. That she had come here in a fury looking for him, and ended up hurting Rupert. He hadn’t wanted to think it was real, but it was what the guards were saying too: that they’d chased her after she’d attacked the prince.
Sebastian swallowed at that thought, thinking of
