The Decoy Princess (Princess (Harrison))
Dawn Cook
Language: English
Pages: 0
ISBN: 1522691855
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The Princess Contessa of Constenopolie has just learned of her true identity―that of an orphan adopted and raised as a decoy to protect the real princess. But that doesn't make Contessa less of a royal target.
sniffed, taking on a haughty expression. “And what is that supposed to mean?” “Tess…” Kavenlow warned, but Jeck seemed amused. “I’m saying that having Costenopolie’s princess does me little good unless I have someone to verify to the populace that she is the legal heir, not Tess.” “Is that you speaking or Garrett?” I asked tartly, and Kavenlow nudged me to be quiet. “I’m going to take both princesses back,” Jeck continued. “It’s the only way I can ensure the proper heir gets the throne.
them, adding to the happy confusion. There had been no children in the palace since I had grown up. I thought the princess should do her best to remedy that. There should be laughter in the garden again. Heather dumped a third ladle, and I wiped the water from my eyes. “What’s the news from the palace?” I asked. Heather had pointedly kept to frivolous topics since I told her about Garrett killing my parents and my escape. She dealt with the uncomfortable by ignoring it—unless it was gossip,
hastily got to his feet, his eyes wide. I warmed, thinking I must look better than I thought. Thadd kicked the leg of Duncan’s chair, and he glanced up. “Oh, hey. I like the red hair, Tess,” he said, stuffing a piece of meat into himself. “Good disguise. Move the potatoes over here, will you, Thadd?” My glimmer of self-worth vanished; Thadd’s gaping stare was due to my hair, not my clean dress. Thadd awkwardly held a chair for me and then Heather. Duncan piled more than his share of cold
palace and prevent me from meeting Garrett. I thought Kavenlow was being grossly overprotective. Though our grandparents had warred upon each other, King Edmund had far more to gain by his second son marrying into the family, hoping to prosper by the Red Moon Prophesy rather than be destroyed by it. Our marriage had been arranged for almost a year, but Garrett and I weren’t supposed to meet until a month from now at the summer festival, then be wedded this winter at the turning of the year.
Captain Borlett talked to the innkeeper. Their eyes landed on me once during the conversation. Two of the men carding left with the captain, dragging the drunken man between them. There were shouts from outside as the news spread. “An hour,” Duncan said as he returned and set my bowl before me. I slumped against the wall, and he stared. “What?” he asked. “All you have to do is scratch a quill across paper. I’m going to be ruining my hands scrubbing decks for the next two days.” “An hour