After what Priscilla had told her about the priest, Gabriella stalked the length of her chamber, her gown rustling as she paced back and forth.
"Are you sure, of what you told me?"
Her hands clenched and unclenched at her sides.
"I wouldn't have told you such a thing if I hadn't heard well about what Mistress Alexia and Sir Vincent had said, my Princess." Priscilla had her head lowered and spoke in a strong affirmative voice.
How come the priest hid such a thing yet Alexia had found out about it before her? And the queen too knows nothing about it. Pacing back and forth was not helping her at all at the moment, instead, it put her mind in more chaos.
If the King found out the priest had a child, that would be the end of the crown ritual until a new priest was selected to replace him.
