Chapter 39

FIVE HUNDRED YEARS AGO “Welcome, Princess. May I take your cloak?” Rose smiled at the maid and handed over her cloak. “Yes please. Thank you.” “Rosy!” Her sister’s voice rang through the house. Soon, Rose was blessed with the sight of her younger sister as she hurried towards her–too fast for a female who looked like she was going to break her water anytime, she feared. She hurried forward and met her sister halfway down the hallway. Their hands met in a squeeze before she leaned forward to kiss her cheeks. “Should you be on your feet at all, Penelope?” Penelope made a show of looking around, and then leaned in to whisper, “Not too loud, or Darius will appear out of nowhere and force me to go back to bed. Again. I’ve been lying around all day!” Darius was her sister’s mate. The two had mated a year ago, much to their parents’ displeasure. As werewolf royalty, the two princesses were expected to end up in high profile, arranged marriages that empowered the royal family. So when the youn