Twenty-eight:
Jack Cartwright
There were certain things you didn’t do as a royal. Mingling with the staff was one of them. But Fiona Fallon had always been the exception. She hadn’t ever truthfully been a servant. She’d lived in castle Faodail since she was ten years-old because her Nan happened to be the nanny for Princess Arabella and Prince Malcolm. Fiona had lost her parents in a terrible shooting that The Guillotine had been responsible for.
The first time I’d seen her had been at Declan’s 13th birthday. She’d been eleven years-old and helping her Nan look after the youngest Prince and Princess. Everyone had been gathered on the lawn at Faodail and it wasn’t like the stuffy garden parties we were used to. It was just family and close friends so it wasn’t
