Freya
I’d asked Greta—another nurse—to check on the prince, telling her I was sick and didn’t want to get the prince sick over the royal phone lines. At first, she’d bucked a little, but when I’d reminded her of the flu going around, she’d quickly obliged, much to my delight.
It was then I’d hatched my plan as I sudsed up in the shower, thinking about how I could call Lucy. I knew the royal phones except in the offices of the royals didn’t allow for calls to the outside world as some sort of safety precaution, so that was a no go unless I wanted to be punished or accused of treason or espionage. So, my mind wandered a bit and I realized the next best thing since that damned thief had stolen my cell phone.
A pay phone.
While pay phones were rare as newer technology had caused them t
