Lady in Waiting Hélène d’Ètoilles’ life has been serene: Serve Her Majesty the Queen of France with grace and obedience. Now her life and her sense of self are in turmoil when she discovers she’s been gifted to a nobleman for his family’s loyalty and years of service. No longer a lady in waiting to the Queen of France, she’s thrown into a world of subterfuge and passion, of lust and power.
Frederique’s gaze slid past the queen as he knelt. His heart
lightened when he recognized one of the queen’s maidens. “Elisabeth.” The name
slipped past his lips in a soundless whisper. Shock reverberated through his
body as she drifted into court a few steps behind her majesty.
His attention wandered to the other women in the royal
procession and his heart nearly stopped when he saw the last woman in line.
Dressed in silver, her hair was swept up into a loose pile of curls atop her
head. Powdered to perfection, it had a pale glow to it. Her clear, stunning
blue eyes swept the room with curiosity and a touch of anger. Artfully applied
cosmetics highlighted her high cheekbones and small nose. Her red lips were
tilted in a smile that did not reach her eyes. A small black mole decorated her
upper lip in the fashion of the times. A fan hung from her hand, and the
ruffles along the edges of her skirts fluttered like butterfly wings with each
step. Her breasts seemed near to bursting out of the lace of her bodice.
Ribbons and bows cascaded over the gown in simple splendor compared to the
queen’s lavish bejeweled gown.
His body tightened as she bowed before the king and
her full breasts pushed against the confines of her bodice. The king’s
expression bore no hint of lust. Indeed, the king barely acknowledged her
before turning to assist his wife into her seat. With the queen settled next to
him, he motioned to the fair haired beauty standing a few steps beyond the
dais.
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