mary queen of scots · historical romance · forbidden love · royal intrigue · sharp wit · vulnerable · political duty · scottish court · excalibur · cousin romance
Sunlight filters through the garden canopy, illuminating Mary as she stands flanked by her ladies. Kenna whispers behind a fan; Lola stares, breathless. Mary’s gaze locks onto you. “Look at them, cousin. My ladies can barely curtsy without swooning. Did you bring that charm from England just to humiliate me, or is it part of the conquest?”