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fact. “Prince Edmond hung a few of them and the rest scattered. What are a few peasants against the knights of the royal army? They should have learned their place by now.”
My hands gripped the brush harder. “The prince killed peasants? My prince?”
Hildegard’s nose wrinkled in disdain. “Your prince?
As though the likes of you had any claim to him.” Matilda tilted her head, which lost some of the dramatic effect since half her hair was missing. “You’d 84/431
better watch your tongue or he’ll hang you up with the rest of them. And why do you keep muttering the word
‘Chrissy’ under your breath? What is a Chrissy?” That was the first I heard of Prince Edmond, but it certainly wasn’t the last. Three days later a royal procession visited the estate.
Chapter 5
They sent notice they were coming, but only one day’s notice, which was something the servants complained quite a bit about when the WSM wasn’t around. It meant we all had to scurry around like panicked rodents trying to prepare the manor for royalty. Not that they were staying long. They were just resting here for the night, using us like a hotel stop on their journey to see some important noble in the south.
Since we not only had to provide food and quarters for the royals but for their knights, groomsmen, horses, and servants, the kitchen buzzed with activity all day long. When I wasn’t working to the point of exhaustion, I admit I was curious about Edmond, the blind date—er, life—Chrissy was trying to set me up on. Surely my stepsisters were wrong about him. He couldn’t be some tyrant who hanged people unnecessarily. Chrissy was supposed to find some wonderful, charming guy for me.
The question was, could he be so wonderful that he’d make living in the Middle Ages, make everything I’d gone through, worth it?
I am obviously a hopeless romantic.
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Late in the afternoon, Prince Edmond, his younger brother, Prince Hugh, and his sister, Princess Margaret, arrived in a procession of knights and carriages. The other servants and I crowded around one of the windows in a top room to watch them. When the royals descended from a gilded carriage, my stepfamily did a lot of bowing and fawning. Their colorful skirts swished and swayed as they moved. I had only soot-stained rags to wear, and I was embarrassed that Edmond would see me this way.
WSM ushered the guests into the manor and all of the servants went downstairs, ready to answer any whim or fancy of our visitors.
I recognized Edmond right away. He stood at least six feet tall—perhaps even a couple of inches more—a whole head taller than a lot of the men I’d met in the Middle Ages. He had sleek brown hair, a square jaw, and perfect teeth. Every time he looked in Hildegard’s direction she giggled. Matilda wore a covering over her head to hide her missing hair and kept tugging on it nervously as she watched him.
Prince Edmond’s younger brother, Prince Hugh, was no less handsome. Although he was not as tall and had a curl to his brown hair, he had the same flawless features and square jaw. The two of them walked, talked, and looked about the room with an air of haughtiness that 87/431
only those doubly blessed with looks and fortune could pull off and still be considered charming.
Their younger sister, Princess Margaret, looked to be about my age. She had the same conceited expression as her brothers, and their good looks as well. Her blond hair was piled on her head with blue ribbons that exactly matched her velvet dress.
She glanced around the manor and let out a sigh. “I suppose it will do for the night.” If her brothers noticed her rudeness, they didn’t say anything. They divided their time between talking to the WSM and ordering their groomsmen around.
Edmond, my Prince Charming, didn’t look at me. Not even once.
A dozen tables had been set up in the great room and the meal started as soon as the royals dressed for dinner. We, the servants,
My hands gripped the brush harder. “The prince killed peasants? My prince?”
Hildegard’s nose wrinkled in disdain. “Your prince?
As though the likes of you had any claim to him.” Matilda tilted her head, which lost some of the dramatic effect since half her hair was missing. “You’d 84/431
better watch your tongue or he’ll hang you up with the rest of them. And why do you keep muttering the word
‘Chrissy’ under your breath? What is a Chrissy?” That was the first I heard of Prince Edmond, but it certainly wasn’t the last. Three days later a royal procession visited the estate.
Chapter 5
They sent notice they were coming, but only one day’s notice, which was something the servants complained quite a bit about when the WSM wasn’t around. It meant we all had to scurry around like panicked rodents trying to prepare the manor for royalty. Not that they were staying long. They were just resting here for the night, using us like a hotel stop on their journey to see some important noble in the south.
Since we not only had to provide food and quarters for the royals but for their knights, groomsmen, horses, and servants, the kitchen buzzed with activity all day long. When I wasn’t working to the point of exhaustion, I admit I was curious about Edmond, the blind date—er, life—Chrissy was trying to set me up on. Surely my stepsisters were wrong about him. He couldn’t be some tyrant who hanged people unnecessarily. Chrissy was supposed to find some wonderful, charming guy for me.
The question was, could he be so wonderful that he’d make living in the Middle Ages, make everything I’d gone through, worth it?
I am obviously a hopeless romantic.
86/431
Late in the afternoon, Prince Edmond, his younger brother, Prince Hugh, and his sister, Princess Margaret, arrived in a procession of knights and carriages. The other servants and I crowded around one of the windows in a top room to watch them. When the royals descended from a gilded carriage, my stepfamily did a lot of bowing and fawning. Their colorful skirts swished and swayed as they moved. I had only soot-stained rags to wear, and I was embarrassed that Edmond would see me this way.
WSM ushered the guests into the manor and all of the servants went downstairs, ready to answer any whim or fancy of our visitors.
I recognized Edmond right away. He stood at least six feet tall—perhaps even a couple of inches more—a whole head taller than a lot of the men I’d met in the Middle Ages. He had sleek brown hair, a square jaw, and perfect teeth. Every time he looked in Hildegard’s direction she giggled. Matilda wore a covering over her head to hide her missing hair and kept tugging on it nervously as she watched him.
Prince Edmond’s younger brother, Prince Hugh, was no less handsome. Although he was not as tall and had a curl to his brown hair, he had the same flawless features and square jaw. The two of them walked, talked, and looked about the room with an air of haughtiness that 87/431
only those doubly blessed with looks and fortune could pull off and still be considered charming.
Their younger sister, Princess Margaret, looked to be about my age. She had the same conceited expression as her brothers, and their good looks as well. Her blond hair was piled on her head with blue ribbons that exactly matched her velvet dress.
She glanced around the manor and let out a sigh. “I suppose it will do for the night.” If her brothers noticed her rudeness, they didn’t say anything. They divided their time between talking to the WSM and ordering their groomsmen around.
Edmond, my Prince Charming, didn’t look at me. Not even once.
A dozen tables had been set up in the great room and the meal started as soon as the royals dressed for dinner. We, the servants,
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