Patience had always had Lacey at her side, and no one had questioned that Prince Chivalry’s wife would be accompanied everywhere by her servant. Nor had they thought it odd that Lacey had always had her tatting and her long needles for working lace with her. Lacey had watched over Patience, keeping her safe even after assassins had managed to kill her husband. In their old age, the roles had reversed, and Patience had lovingly tended her failing ‘serving-woman’ to the end of her days.
kajsjskaka how romantic











