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    The Princess
    The Princess
    The Princess
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    The Princess

    By Roxie Brandon

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    There was only one treasure King Leonard cherished above all the treasures of the earth: his daughter, Princess Alice. Her mother, the queen, had been in the open market. She had obtained such ghastly injuries that she soon died from them.

    Alice had all her heart desired as long as it kept her happy within the walls of the castle. But one day she escapes...She leaves the castle and enters the real world.
    What will she find outside? Will she find the love she was looking for?

    Enjoy this sweet Historical Romance with a happily ever after.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRoxie Brandon
    Release dateJan 2, 2019
    ISBN9781370426195
    The Princess
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    Roxie Brandon

    Roxie Brandon is an author of historical and contemporary romance, beauty and fashion books.Her romances range in setting from Medieval times to the Twentieth Century.She loves walks in the countryside and having afternoon tea with family and friends.

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      The Princess - Roxie Brandon

      The Princess

      Copyright © 2019 Roxie Brandon All Rights Reserved

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 1

      The pattering sound of falling feet walking down the northern stretch of the hall echoing through the wide corridors of the palace informed of a studious presence. The deliberateness of each foot fall, a rhythm almost melodic tune of the sound was that which belonged to one who seemed to have studied the art of walking in such an environment without disturbing the occupants of the abode. He continued his march, light feet and suave with a disposition of a control.

      The echo of his steps travelled far and made similar vibrations down the stretch. Maid servants and man servants walked sluggishly so that they were banned from walking the northern corridor of the palace during the mornings unless the king was up. Soldiers were only allowed through the northern corridor in cases of extreme emergency and it had been years since even they had walked the corridor.

      King Leonard had a reign which fate had favoured than most in the history of the kingdom and all he shared with his people was the highest benevolence any one man, king or commoner, could offer such a vast land of prosperous land owners and hard-working peasants which he governed and this benevolence manifested in his listening ear and an impartial mind.

      The king's room true to the personage which it housed was one which betrayed its occupants opulence in small details. King Leonard did fancy the position of his rulership with an equitable mind. The poor peasant was not to be intimidated by his presence or there could be no justice in the land because it would make his office unapproachable; the rich was to be perceptive of this opulence hence there would be no regard for his position. The design was one which maintained the balance between small sybaritism and rugged consciousness; the king unwilling to indulge in too much material luxuries. There was only one treasure King Leonard cherished above all the treasures of the earth; his daughter, the princess Alice.

      The owner of the pattering feet wrapped his hand into a ball, a rather pudgy feature, and dropped it on the magnificent wooden door in a tripartite knock. He stood back and studied the door as though it was the first time he would read meaning into the inscriptions which had been made on it—the aesthetic which very few had ever seen; a beast, a lion with multiple heads, which was the mark of King Leonard seat and authority.

      No noise came from within and the only noise he heard was that of the shuffling of iron against the granite floor made by the guards who stood by the door which led to the entrance itself.

      He braced himself, readying his hand for another knock, drawing in light breaths. The guards produced the noise still, subconsciously but it travelled far into the corridor. He stared down and saw no one.

      The post was never empty and none of the four guards ever left unless another had come to replace him. Elliot, for that was the name of the chief servant of the King, was a man who knew much more details of the king's household than most of the knights of the kingdom did.

      He eased forward again, numbering the stutter of his bated breath and sieving the silent air to make for more sensitivity his aural senses for even the tiniest noise the king might make of been awoken.

      He heard nothing.

      He raised his hand again and before they dropped, the king as though he was some magician that had sniffed the purpose behind the door and had waited for a deliberate moment called on him.

      You may come in, Elliot

      It was the voice of his king, Elliot suffered a small nervousness. No matter how long he had stood in the presence of the King and no matter the familiarity that passed between them

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