
I stared at the bundle in the nursemaid’s arms.
The babe’s golden hair and too-bright blue eyes.
And understood why the king had no doubt of the child’s lineage.
Architect-be-damned.
It was his son.
Fantasy Romance
I stared at the bundle in the nursemaid’s arms.
The babe’s golden hair and too-bright blue eyes.
And understood why the king had no doubt of the child’s lineage.
Architect-be-damned.
It was his son.