The Mad Princess and the Dying Prince novel Chapter 42

But she had been betrothed to Prince Jareth. If she truly became the Princess Consort, the two of them would return to the estate anyway.

Becoming the Princess Consort's most trusted confidantes was a far higher station than mere serving maids.

What was the right choice?

Seeing that Lucia was fast asleep, the two maids quietly slipped out and closed the heavy oak door.

Once they were a safe distance from the bedchamber, Celeste sighed. "Celia, Lady Lucia does not even have a travel bag. The gown she changed into today was only sent by Lady Beaumont because Physician Finch was present."

It meant Lucia was utterly destitute.

She had moved into Sunstone Pavilion, and thankfully, it was fully furnished with the necessities.

"Indeed. How could she arrive without a single change of clothes?" Celia was equally dismayed.

"If His Highness truly gives us to her, what will we do?"

Celeste's voice trembled with fear.

They had lived at the Prince's Estate for ten years; it was their home. They had the Steward and Matron Cecily there. What did Beaumont Manor have?

Here, they were entirely at the mercy of strangers.

Even Lucia was an outcast standing alone against her family, let alone the two of them.

Celia recalled how Lucia had known about her killing the man and how she had cleansed the spiritual stain on her hand. Deep down, she felt that Lucia would not remain a victim for long.

Lady Lucia had true power.

"Let us ask His Highness tomorrow before we worry."

Shortly after Lucia returned to Sunstone Pavilion, House Beaumont received the news of the old king's death.

The entire family was stunned.

Alistair hastily ordered the servants to prepare white mourning candles and commanded every household member to change into plain garments. For the moment, Lucia's rebellion had to be pushed aside.

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