The Piano Girl - Part Two (Counterfeit Princess Series) by Murray Sherri Schoenborn

Author:Murray, Sherri Schoenborn [Murray, Sherri Schoenborn]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Christian Romances LLC
Published: 2015-04-03T04:00:00+00:00

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One hour before midnight, Leeson, Elza, and I said our good-byes at the gatehouse.

“Preddiest girl ad dee ball,” Elza said, while Leeson kissed my forehead.

“Thank you for everything.” Arm in arm, the elderly couple walked home across the bridge. The river below was bathed in yellow ochre, and the poignant moment left me feeling uneasy.

“You are like family to me,” I called, but the distance was too great, as Leeson did not even raise a hand.

Silhouetted by the full moon, the guards sang the fiddler’s song as they stood watch atop the walls. The music serenaded me as I walked back to the festivities.

I stood next to Eunice, Walter beside her, and suppressed a yawn. I thought about politely informing them that it had been a long, wonderful day and I was retiring, but Wron stopped to stand beside his father.

“Where is Dory?” he asked.

“On the other side of your mother,” Walter said.

Wron leaned slightly forward and nodded with a faint smile. I nodded in return.

“I have not seen you dance with Dory tonight,” Eunice said.

“I do not think it wise, Mother.”

“Our people love Dory,” Eunice persisted. “They would love to see you dance with her.”

“I do not think it wise.” Wron shook his head.

I stepped behind Eunice and briefly closed my eyes. I had longed for this opportunity all evening, and now that it had presented itself, I also questioned… was it wise? Would his parents be able to read the emotion in my eyes?

Wron stepped in front of his mother and held a hand out toward me. “Dory, would you care to dance?”

He was not taking his own advice. I looked over Eunice’s shoulder at him before placing my right hand in his. He led me to the center of the crowded courtyard, placed his hand to the small of my back, and held my other hand in his. Then, quite solemn in expression, he gazed over the top of my head. His steps were extremely precise, as if he was counting in his head to pass the time.

Bored, I stared at his Adam’s apple. Though onlookers watched with keen interest, there was nothing for anyone to read into, for we danced like blind strangers. Midsong, he glanced down at me.

“Lovely weather,” I said. “I hear there’s a drought in the Alps.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed down, then up. The second time that he peered down at me, his eyes were sparkling. “You will not break me so easily,” he whispered.

“May I try?” I suppressed a smile.

He pursed his mouth before nodding.

“For as long as you can remember, you have waited for Alia.”

He lowered his head slightly to hear my whisper.

“And she is almost here. Your heart is ready to love her, or perhaps, someone. And while you wait, you continue to fear that you will be a disappointment to each other.”

I paused to weigh my words. “I know Princess Alia well, and I can honestly say… you will not be a disappointment to her. So now it’s narrowed down to your fear.

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