Her Majesty, My Love
Chapter One
She needed to escape and escape soon. But Lord Merrick wasn't stupid. He would
have someone posted outside her door and outside the window as well, rose bushes
or not. Her mind raced to come up with a plan. She opened her eyes and glanced
around the room, her eyes adjusting rapidly to the smothering darkness. As she
blinked, the room lightened before her, dim light straining through the window
from the street lamps.
With a sigh, she gave up on the idea of gaining any rest. She swung her feet
over the side of the bed and stood up. The foot of the bed faced the window and
she walked around the end. Though the floor was cold, she settled in a
cross-legged position and drew in several deep breaths.
She closed her eyes and conjured images of her homeland, the face of Father
Ling, hoping he could offer her comfort and encouragement from afar.
You must be strong, Your Highness. Much depends on your return to Leaudor.
She latched onto the older man's spirit, wanting desperately to maintain the
tenuous bond she had managed to achieve in her meditation. But she was fatigu ... read full excerpt from: Her Majesty, My Love ebook
