Twenty-eight:
Prince Tommy
I had known Sinead Byrony my whole life. For as long as I could remember, her Ma had been the palace gardener at our castle in Dublin. Sometimes, she oversaw Hillsborough. But mostly, she oversaw Rigoa. She was always followin’ her Ma about, helpin’ her fix flower beds, trim hedges, or plant trees. Anythin’ to keep the castle garden and green house immaculate. She always smelled like the earth, and flowers. It was a smell that I could get drunk on.
I had spent my summers, when I wasn’t at boarding school, giving Sinead Byrony a hard time. Once my Da finally brought me back after Mallory died, I was only happy to continue on with that tradition. In another world, she would have been the girl that I was goin’ to marry. But I couldn’t marry Sinead Byro
