It started with another outing.
Kemper had surprised her again, this time with a picnic basket in hand and a cryptic grin on his face.
“You’ve had your market day,” he said. “Now, let me show you the lake where I first kissed the triplets’ mother.”
Velicia’s lashes fluttered in surprise before quickly following. The Kemper talking about love? Her heart ached. She couldn’t help but smile.
They traveled on horseback this time, following a narrow trail that wound through wildflower fields and tall grass swaying under the afternoon sun. The lake was tucked between two ridges, its waters crystal-clear and mirror-smooth, reflecting the sky like glass.
They talked. Like really talked.
Kemper shared memories of the past, how he and Susannah used to sneak out of the palace. How he would bring
