![]() I remember sitting by the well in my parents’ garden, shortly before the tragic circumstances that put me on the throne. That was years ago, when I little more than a girl. Frederick is clearly smitten, and believe me, I know it when I see it. All this, unfortunately, appears to have been lost on my darling son. You can take the slattern out of the scullery, but you can’t take the scullery out of the slattern. The horses, the carriage – even her dress could have been explained away by a good fortune and a better seamstress, but glass slippers? Really? If there’s one thing that sets my nerves on edge, it’s magic.īut I was far less worried about her fantastic footwear than her obviously common background. ![]() ![]() I knew she was trouble the minute I set eyes on her sweet, lovely, guileless, and reeking of magic. ![]()
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