Love That Came Too Late
In the mirror, I saw a pale face.
A week of fasting had made me thinner, much more haggard.
I stared at my reflection, and with each passing moment, fear crept into my eyes.
I never thought that my fasting would be revealed by one of the household servants.
By the time I found out, it was too late.
My half-sister, from my father's side, had already been sent abroad with the combined efforts of the Luther and the Lincoln.
I could almost imagine how furious Henry would be when he found out about it.