Lady Isobel and the Phantom Children.

Another child. One more mouth to feed and yet I still could not produce a male heir. An heir he wished desperately to have. As soon as the squalling babe was out of my womb it was handed to him and decreed not his. My heart sank. Another girl. Drat, the life we lived. GirlsContinue reading “Lady Isobel and the Phantom Children.”