Coronets And Steel (2010)
Coronets And Steel
“The woman in the picture had to have been a Vasa from Sweden—a minor cousin of the Swedish royal family, packed off to central Europe to make a dynastic marriage. I glared up at her, willing her to be somebody else. There were the honey-brown eyes, a roguish smile—with two dimples. Her snowy wig was piled high under the charming flat hat with its ribbons and plumes.
A scrape of a shoe made me jump and look guiltily around.
The entire tour had halted at the other end of the gallery, and they wer...e all staring at me. Some at the portrait and then back at me, others at the tour guide and then back at me, the rest goggling just at me.
My neck burned. I slunk past the eternal gazes of the remaining royal portraits and took my place at the end of the tour line, my attention firmly on my dusty toes in my sandals.
The tour guide cleared his throat and resumed his patter. The feet began shuffling again, and I slunk after them, determined to draw no more attention as I tried to figure out what had just happened.MoreLess
A scrape of a shoe made me jump and look guiltily around.
The entire tour had halted at the other end of the gallery, and they wer...e all staring at me. Some at the portrait and then back at me, others at the tour guide and then back at me, the rest goggling just at me.
My neck burned. I slunk past the eternal gazes of the remaining royal portraits and took my place at the end of the tour line, my attention firmly on my dusty toes in my sandals.
The tour guide cleared his throat and resumed his patter. The feet began shuffling again, and I slunk after them, determined to draw no more attention as I tried to figure out what had just happened.MoreLess
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