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A Royal Christmas Quandary
When you spend Christmas in a castle, anything is possible.see full description
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1860. Lady Alexandrina Gailey is looking forward to a cozy holiday at Windsor Castle with her best friend, Princess Alice, and her long-time crush, Lord George Worthington. But Drina's plans are all but dashed when Alice's parents, Queen Victoria and Prince Albert, declare that Alice must choose one of two royal princes to become engaged to before Christmas.
There's just one problem: George, a junior member of the Foreign Office, has accidentally misplaced one of the princes.
Together, Drina and George scour the town of Windsor for the missing prince, desperately hoping to deliver him to the royal dinner party with the queen none the wiser. They might just need a royal Christmas miracle to pull it off.
“Let’s go then.”
“I can hardly go into town dressed like this,” she said, gesturing to her gown.
George didn’t need any reminder of her shocking dress. He was already all too well aware of it.
“No,” he agreed. “Best not to dress like a lady at all, come to think of it.”
“What am I supposed to dress like, a gentleman?”
“I was only joking,” Drina protested. “I don’t have any men’s clothing.”
“You can borrow some of mine,” he said, leading the way back to his room. There was no gas lamp lit in the room when they walked in, but the fire blazing in the hearth provided enough light. Drina stood in the doorway, her enormous skirt filling the entire opening.
“Come in, I won’t bite you,” he said.
“I’m not afraid of your bite,” she said, blushing fiercely—which suggested quite the opposite. “I’m not afraid at all.”
George felt his own color rising. “I promise you that I’ll turn around.”
She took a step into the room and closed the door behind her as George rummaged through his drawers. He didn’t usually take his own clothes from the wardrobe—that was a job for his ornery valet, Mr. Humphrey. But it seemed inadvisable to call for help at this particular moment.
George took off his jacket and waistcoat, untucked his shirt and began to unbutton it. He glanced up to see Drina watching him across the room with wide eyes. He fought down the urge to flex his muscles for her.
He took off his shirt and put another on, one that was less fine. His pantaloons were too fancy, but he wasn’t about to take those off in front of her. George haphazardly tied his cravat and put on a dark, plain jacket.
“Your turn,” he said.
Drina stood frozen. George rummaged through his wardrobe again, pulling out a pair of trousers, a shirt, and a coat. He laid them on the bed and walked to the window, leaving his back to her. He heard her light tread on the carpet as she walked to the bed.
“I can’t take off my dress.”
He turned to face her. “I promise you I won’t look—”
“The buttons are in the back,” she hissed, her face as crimson as her dress.
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