CHAPTER TWELVE

The little princess sat closely to Selene. Selene had her left hand slung over her shoulder as they both ate. She so wished she could put the child in her belly so they would become one, then and then alone would she worry less of her. The oat before her tasted sweeter than she knew oats to be. Who ever was in the royal kitchen Selene was cettain had an issue with moderation. The lord sat at the table, his eyes on her though she was unwilling to look up, his gaze was burning enough to be felt. He cleared his throat swiftly and placed the heavier than normal fork on his platter. "A nurse had been assigned to the princess. Better if you are not constantly bothering of her welfare" Edgar stated and watched the princess closely. He could see her relief as well as mistrust "She has quite taken a liking to Mrs Diana, she has been placed in her care for now" he added trying to reassure her. Selene only nodded. Of course Mia was a gentle child. She could easily grow fonder of anyone, her r