The Heir's Secret Child: A Royal Scandal
“You know how it is—you’re loading crates, someone’s shouting about rope, someone else is reading out lines over fish heads.”
“Enlighten us,” Lena said. “I’m in need of distraction.”
Catherine’s needle pricked her finger. A tiny bead of blood bloomed; she pressed her thumb over it quickly, hoping no one noticed.
“Nothing you couldn’t guess,” Nico said. “He talked about the prince having to prove himself. All that ‘young heir, big crown’ talk. Said something about how people whisper that he had an ‘improper attachment’ once, but now he’s walking the straight line with his shiny foreign bride and shouldn’t we all be impressed.”