"Get cozy, healer. Tonight it will be you and me, and you will tell me everything I want to know about the princess."
He turned on his heel and walked away, leaving healer screaming in the darkness.
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Beatrice was washing her hair in the small copper bathtub. Her wet skin held goosebumps on it when she came up out of the water and the cool air kissed it. Clancy was there sitting on a stool nearby. She glanced over at her. She embraced her legs and rested her chin on her knees, while Clancy took a whalebone comb and began brushing the knots out of her long hair.
It was difficult for her to think straight. Her mind seemed to be warring over two males. Both completely different than the other. Like night and day. She had made a promise to herself, as well as her counsel.
She would go forward with the wedding. She would have to speak with Prince William today.
