Rosa grabbed a handful of wilting flowers and scattered them into the stationary wheelbarrow. She smiled, brushed the dirt from her hands on her brown dress, glancing up at the sun. She turned her head and walked around the wheelbarrow, pushing it away from the field. She waved to her delightful neighbours and smiled to herself as she parked it. Mmm yes... Baked potatoes would be marvelous today. She grabbed the flowers for her dinner table and felt like she could she light in the darkness for the first time.
She danced gracefully down the sunlit path that led to her family's house. She waved to her husband, John, who was juggling both their son and a parchment.
"What's that, John?" She queried.
"A visit from The King. For tomorrow." Rosa dropped the bunch of flowers she was holding and clasped her hands over her wide mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise and her husband reached a tender hand out to her shoulder.
"It's OK, Rosa. He's coming home. Our Julian is coming home."
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The Royal Baby (Children's Book) ✔️
Ficción General'If a child (born of royal blood) is born deformed - even with a single mark wrong - then it must be exchanged for another by law' These are words The Queen must hear when she has birthed their first child. Should she and her husband swap children o...
