P H R A S E R
Isobel Windsor aka my mother was actually a mystery that could never be solved. At the age of sixteen — barely legal I dared say, she had married my father who was twenty years old at that time, making him the happiest man on earth although, in the process, she had made my grandparents really unhappy. My mother was part of the royal family as her father — William's and my grandfather —was a duke, she was supposed to marry someone with either royal status or from other British rich families, not someone from a middle-class family like Darragh Ronan, my father. She had been pregnant so my grandparents had no choice but to give them their consent if they did not want to lose their only daughter.
