From Prisoner to Princess [Royal Rebellion Book 1]

ing as she does her best to keep the two of them hidden in the shadows. The Princess slowly stops crying, her lips quivering as she

one steps knowing that if she were to make the smallest noise, the enemi

ing her cling to her Maid. She knows there are bad men in her home - that everyone is figh

ding straight to the way out ahead. The Maid sighs with relief

she found the little girl huddled in her room full of fear, but she has a sworn duty to protect the little blonde girl and as she pushes the door open and the fres

- a black horse saddled and ready to take her Highness away from the war filled Palace. A man in armour sits on top of the horse with a young boy in his lap – the Princess’s playmate and a Knight in training. The Maid knows th

, her pace nearly a trot at this point c

watery violet eyes as she too does her best not to cry in front of the little girl she watched grow since the day the Princess was born. Reach

id lifts the girl into her arms for one last hug before passing the Princess to the Knight, tears in her

re him. With a nod to the Maid as a silent promise, the Knight flicks the reigns an

om her mind as she tries to recall more than just the feel of warm clothes and the sounds of metal clashing. She sighs, her breath coming out

ealizes that dawn is hours away. If she wants to have any s

curls in on herself hoping to conserve warmth. Her hand clutches the small gold

r Her. Everyone kept telling him that she was dead. That she had been killed in the Rebellion. But he knows that

happened, worried that the latest search for a trace of her might have com

race of DNA left on her hair brushes finally yielded the results he has always want

the room. Who cares how she ended up there of all