The next day Princess Beatrice found herself aimlessly wandering through the palace. She was walking through the atrium that connected the tower of the Bailey. She was thinking about everything that had transpired over this short period of time. She was also thinking about the conversation she and her sister had earlier. It pained her to know that her sister felt that way about her. Her ' prayer ' echoed in her head.
She knew she could never trust Adelaide with the Secret she carried.
Adelaide thought Beatrice was a wanton woman for showing concern and solidarity for Prince William. She had been right, she kept telling herself. She let it touch her with its hands and mouth. She had enjoyed it last time. It was as if he pushed her off of the edge of a cliff and she could never fall or catch her breath.
