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trip!”
Katherine deflated. Of course everyone in his household was absolutely charmed with him, and would never even consider the idea that she was being held against her will or that they were aiding him. They wouldn’t be any help to her whatsoever.
Damnit.
The housekeeper returned to rambling about the palace until they made it to one of the halls far from the main entrance. They were on the fourth or fifth floor, and Katherine would absolutely get lost if she tried to navigate these halls by herself. She forced herself to pay attention, though, as the other woman fished out a bunch of keys and moved to one of the rooms. It’d better be nicer than the hotel room—which was fantastic—if she was going to be kidnapped by royalty.
“Is there a bathroom attached to the room?” she interrupted again, because at this point she really didn’t care about whatever Claire was talking about. She wanted to take a shower, a long, long shower, and pretend like this wasn’t all actually happening. “I’d just really like to get cleaned up before anything else…”
“Of course—it is a guest suite, mademoiselle, not just a bedroom. We normally reserve it for foreign dignitaries visiting the royal family, but as there is no one scheduled for a while, you can use it to your leisure.” Something about the housekeeper’s tone suggested that she was not pleased with Katherine interrupting her all the time, and that she was less than enthused about giving one of the best guest rooms to a commoner.
“Good to know,” she muttered in answer, pointedly falling silent as Claire unlocked the room and stepped aside to allow her entrance.
“Feel free to make yourself at home, as you Americans would say, and get cleaned up. If you need anything, there is a bell on the wall there,” she pointed near the door to the room. “Simply ring, and someone will attend you. Breakfast is normally prepared at nine in the morning. Rest well, mademoiselle.”
“Thanks,” she answered, examining the bell as she entered, then looking at the rest of the room. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening at the sight of the oversized room. It was bigger than her hotel room even though that contained two king-sized beds. She couldn’t say that the bed looked more comfortable, but it certainly looked prettier , covered in about a dozen plush pillows of various sizes and shapes, and all the bed clothes done in a mixture of cream and warm gold. The sun had started to go down, so there were candles flickering on the desk and the small dining table in the adjacent room, their light reflected against the silken thread on the coverlet of the bed.
Hanging from the ceiling and tied back near the intricately carved wooden headboard was a tapestry that could be released to wrap around the canopy bed. The three floor-to-ceiling windows on the far side of the room were dressed with delicately pretty sheer drapes. There was a fireplace, unnecessary at this time of year, but made of white wood and gold filigree, its mantle above it filled with dozens of white roses in crystal vases. A hundreds-of-years’ old painting of the city was hung above it.
In another room, a dark rug spread out on the hardwood floor, framed by a glass-top coffee table and a loveseat.
Katherine paused as she looked around the rooms, counting no fewer than twelve vases of roses in various places. One hundred and forty-four roses, all of them the prettiest white roses she had ever seen in her life. There were multiple bookshelves, too, although a glance told her that they were written in French. In one of the corners of the room was a wing-backed chair, and a little side table that was just big enough for a cup of tea. She stepped closer to the desk, big enough to write on and have a single drawer, something for letter writing or maybe writing in a diary, since this was clearly a bedroom born out of a romantic Victorian novel.
Katherine took a deep breath and dropped her
Katherine deflated. Of course everyone in his household was absolutely charmed with him, and would never even consider the idea that she was being held against her will or that they were aiding him. They wouldn’t be any help to her whatsoever.
Damnit.
The housekeeper returned to rambling about the palace until they made it to one of the halls far from the main entrance. They were on the fourth or fifth floor, and Katherine would absolutely get lost if she tried to navigate these halls by herself. She forced herself to pay attention, though, as the other woman fished out a bunch of keys and moved to one of the rooms. It’d better be nicer than the hotel room—which was fantastic—if she was going to be kidnapped by royalty.
“Is there a bathroom attached to the room?” she interrupted again, because at this point she really didn’t care about whatever Claire was talking about. She wanted to take a shower, a long, long shower, and pretend like this wasn’t all actually happening. “I’d just really like to get cleaned up before anything else…”
“Of course—it is a guest suite, mademoiselle, not just a bedroom. We normally reserve it for foreign dignitaries visiting the royal family, but as there is no one scheduled for a while, you can use it to your leisure.” Something about the housekeeper’s tone suggested that she was not pleased with Katherine interrupting her all the time, and that she was less than enthused about giving one of the best guest rooms to a commoner.
“Good to know,” she muttered in answer, pointedly falling silent as Claire unlocked the room and stepped aside to allow her entrance.
“Feel free to make yourself at home, as you Americans would say, and get cleaned up. If you need anything, there is a bell on the wall there,” she pointed near the door to the room. “Simply ring, and someone will attend you. Breakfast is normally prepared at nine in the morning. Rest well, mademoiselle.”
“Thanks,” she answered, examining the bell as she entered, then looking at the rest of the room. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening at the sight of the oversized room. It was bigger than her hotel room even though that contained two king-sized beds. She couldn’t say that the bed looked more comfortable, but it certainly looked prettier , covered in about a dozen plush pillows of various sizes and shapes, and all the bed clothes done in a mixture of cream and warm gold. The sun had started to go down, so there were candles flickering on the desk and the small dining table in the adjacent room, their light reflected against the silken thread on the coverlet of the bed.
Hanging from the ceiling and tied back near the intricately carved wooden headboard was a tapestry that could be released to wrap around the canopy bed. The three floor-to-ceiling windows on the far side of the room were dressed with delicately pretty sheer drapes. There was a fireplace, unnecessary at this time of year, but made of white wood and gold filigree, its mantle above it filled with dozens of white roses in crystal vases. A hundreds-of-years’ old painting of the city was hung above it.
In another room, a dark rug spread out on the hardwood floor, framed by a glass-top coffee table and a loveseat.
Katherine paused as she looked around the rooms, counting no fewer than twelve vases of roses in various places. One hundred and forty-four roses, all of them the prettiest white roses she had ever seen in her life. There were multiple bookshelves, too, although a glance told her that they were written in French. In one of the corners of the room was a wing-backed chair, and a little side table that was just big enough for a cup of tea. She stepped closer to the desk, big enough to write on and have a single drawer, something for letter writing or maybe writing in a diary, since this was clearly a bedroom born out of a romantic Victorian novel.
Katherine took a deep breath and dropped her
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