Royal Bride
Chapter One
Part One
LONDON
1815
The direction on the letter read: Her Highness, the Princess
Mariana, Dowager Countess of Beaufort. The elderly princess accepted
the missive from a deferential footman, moved toward the daylight of
an open window, and unfolded it carefully. A familiar strong,
upright script, written in German, leaped out to greet her.
Hotel d'Aramis
Brussels
25 June 1815
My Dear Aunt,
By now, of course, you in England have learned of the Allies' great
victory at Waterloo. It was a horrendous battle, and far too many
men died, but I believe we have finally seen the last of the Ogre
whose greed nearly gobbled up the entire of Europe.
As you know, before Napoleon's escape I was at the Congress of
Vienna where Brita ... read full excerpt from Royal Bride ebook