Thirteen
Fiona Fallon
The funeral would be an all-day event. I thought, perhaps, I could sneak out and watch it with the rest of the servants in our lounge. But when I went to open the door of Declan’s immense bedroom, it was locked.
“Hello?” I called. “Is someone out there? Can you let me out? I’ve been locked inside by accident.”
“Miss Fallon?” this was one of the palace footmen. It sounded like Harris.
“Yes, it’s me Harris. Can you please open up?”
“I’m sorry, Miss. I’ve been instructed by the Prince not to let you out.”
“Harris, please….” I begged.
“I’m sorry, Miss.” There was a hint of sadness in his voice, as if he knew everything that was going on and was powerless to do anything abou
