Fifty-nine:
Prince Marlowe
It was the night before the engagement announcement was going to happen. I couldn’t sleep. I was up, staring at the ceiling. I had a beautiful girlfriend, who was a talented actress. And I couldn’t get Cecelia out of my head. I felt like I’d failed her somehow. She’d asked me repeatedly to leave her alone, and I hadn’t listened. I’d been selfish. I’d put the idea into Delilah’s head and the Queens that she would end up with royalty.
If I hadn’t, she wouldn’t be in this situation. She was stuck marrying Henry, with no escape. I knew I shouldn’t have, but I got up in the middle of the night and walked from our home on the Tudor property to the castle.
I knew exactly where Cecelia’s window was, and I stood underneath throw
