Fifty-five:
Prince Adrianus
I was called to my father’s office. It had been the longest weekend. Fiona had locked herself away in the room we’d set up for her, avoiding me since I’d decided that there was something between us. Now, King Hans stood before me. “Father,” I said, “what is it? What’s happened?”
“Your brother is engaged,” he said.
I stared. “Engaged to who? Lotte?”
He shook his head. “He has taken the hand of Lady Zoe.”
“Zoe,” I said, “no. He can’t do that.”
“Why not?” my father said. “He’s a Prince of the Netherlands. She is unattached. He has as much right as you to choose his own bride.”
“But she’s---”
“You’re engaged to someone else, Adrianus. Someone you told me
