The sun sparkled off the pond, giving the illusion of warmth when as far as she could see, snow covered the landscape. She wished that she could go out and play in it but her father had said that it was impossible. She stamped her feet and roared at him, but he didnât budge from his decision. What was worse, he didnât say why she couldnât go out. She had been cooped up in the castle for nearly ten months and with Christmas only three days away, she had not had an opportunity to visit the market and select gifts. Her father didnât care.
Princess Rosebud couldnât understand why she had been locked up in the Sister Estate like a prisoner. She figured that it was the least she would be able to do since the love of her life and the person she married had both died.
Oh, Velvet
. When she tried to remember what had happened that night, all she could recall was Roger grabbing her love and a bright-bladed knife swishing past her face, burying itself in her husband. Other than that, everything was a blur. When she awoke, Sir Gordieâs men had locked her in her room and the king had later broken the bad news to her.
My dear, Velvet is dead.
After all these months, the words still hurt and she did nothing to stop the tears from overflowing her hazel eyes and streaking her cheeks.
Why?
She asked.
Why did my Velvet have to die?
The princess went back to her windowless room and did as she had nearly every day â cried herself to sleep.
******
A knock awakened her a few hours later and she sat up, sleepily rubbed her eyes. Sir Gordie stood in the doorway, looking happier than sheâd ever seen him.
âGood evening, princess. The king requests your company in the hall.â
She nodded and yawned, stretching as she swung her feet off the bed and took his arm. âI havenât seen much of you, Gordie. How are the improvements going?â
âSwimmingly, your majesty. We expect to move you to the new wing this evening.â
âWow, so soon?â She smiled. âWill I have a window? Iâd like to be able to see Velvetâs grave.â
âThat will be up to the king.â
King Simon sat at his usual place at the head of the table, his plump wife, Queen Rosamund, at his side. But instead of scowling over a sheaf of text or quaffing a mug of ale, he was bouncing a baby. A golden-haired baby that squealed in delight.
âDonât shake him too much, Simon. He needs his brains for adulthood.â
âOh, heâs fine, my darling.â He made a funny face and laughed. âArenât you, little Simon?â
King Simon and Queen Rosamundâs eyes met hers, then slid to the fourth member of the group, who was still wrapped in a heavy black cloak. The person stood and the cloak fell to the floor.
âV-Velvet?â
âHello, â Velvet bowed deeply. âMy princess.â
Rosebud didnât know who moved first but suddenly she was in Velvetâs arms, sobbing loudly as she pressed her ear to her loverâs heart. Velvet held her tightly, smoothing her hair and cooing words of love to her as the king, queen and seneschal looked on with smiles. âOh, please donât tell me this is a dream.â
âNo, itâs not a dream, princess.â Velvet pulled back, gazing into the hazel eyes that he had missed so much. âIâm here.â
âBut Gordie told me that you were dead!â
Sir Gordie stepped forward. âIâm sorry for misleading you, princess, but it was very important if our plan was to succeed.â
âOur plan?â She asked incredulous. âYou had a plan and didnât tell me?â
âWe couldnât tell you because Gordie knew that he wouldnât be able to keep you away.â Velvet took her hand and led her to the end of the table, where King Simon cooed to the baby. âMy love, I would like you to meet, Simon Alexander.â
Rosebud bent to smooth the fair hairs on the babyâs head and received a happy gurgle. âHeâs very beautiful, but I donât understand.â
âYour father said that you had to have an heir. We knew from Sir Rogerâs previous conquests that he was barren. No seed that he ever sowed came to fruition and we felt that it would be the same for you.â Rosebudâs hand involuntarily drifted to her stomach, happy that she had not been sown with that demonâs seed. âIf you were to reign happily, an heir had to be found.â
âEnter Simon Alexander.â Velvet grinned at Gordie who hefted the child up and handed him to Velvet. Rosebudâs eyes flitted back and forth between the two.
âYou ⊠and
Gordie?
â
âIt was Gordieâs plan.â Velvet held little Simon close. âHe noticed that he looked a lot like Sir Roger and thought that his progeny would not be questioned. So it was decided that he would impregnate you and with an heir, Roger could be moved out of the picture.â
âBut we couldnât seem to get you alone for that to happen, so Velvet volunteered. Thatâs why we had to tell you that she was dead, so no one would come looking for her until she had safely given birth and little Simon was under the Kingâs protection.â Gordie paused. âWe never intended to kill Sir Roger, but when he tried to kill Velvet ⊠â
â
You