“I shall be blunt,” William, the royal scribe, fixed his eyes on Kendra. “Your mother was The King’s High Mistress of the Realm at the time of your birth and our king is your father.”
“What?” gasped Kendra. “I never knew either of my parents but was told by the orphanage matron that my father was an officer in the royal guards.”
“I was,” the wounded King Edmund gasped. “Before my father died I…
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