Royal Protocol (2002)
“Her shawl-collared dressing robe of white Egyptian cotton was tied snugly at the waist and flowed in loose folds to the floor. Like Gwen, she hadn’t taken time with her usual chignon. She’d simply brushed her straight dark hair back from her striking and strained features. Faint shadows bruised the skin beneath her eyes, attesting to her lack of rest.
Clearly worried by their presence in her receiving room, she glanced between the mountain of tension in navy and gold braid and her surprisingly unfinished lady-in-waiting. The sight of Gwen looking less than her polished self seemed to alarm her even more than the early hour.
“Gwen,” she insisted of her friend. “What’s going on?”
“There’s been…”
“A development,” Harrison supplied. “Your Majesty,” he added, because it would have been unpardonable not to.
“A…development? Of what sort?”
Relieved to have his attention off her, Gwen immediately handed him the newspaper. Seeming relieved by the reprieve himself, he deliberately avoided her gl...ance as he took it and moved across the room.MoreLess
Clearly worried by their presence in her receiving room, she glanced between the mountain of tension in navy and gold braid and her surprisingly unfinished lady-in-waiting. The sight of Gwen looking less than her polished self seemed to alarm her even more than the early hour.
“Gwen,” she insisted of her friend. “What’s going on?”
“There’s been…”
“A development,” Harrison supplied. “Your Majesty,” he added, because it would have been unpardonable not to.
“A…development? Of what sort?”
Relieved to have his attention off her, Gwen immediately handed him the newspaper. Seeming relieved by the reprieve himself, he deliberately avoided her gl...ance as he took it and moved across the room.MoreLess
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