EIGHTEEN
Molina's mind whirled worse than ever. Lubos was the crown prince. His father, the king, wanted nothing to do with waterwheels and wouldn't let them marry, for he thought she was unworthy of his princely son. Far from home, carrying Lubos' child...what was she to do?
She followed Lubos through the castle, as lost in her own thoughts as in the maze of stone halls.
Lubos opened another door and gestured for her to go through. When Molina did, she found herself in a tower room, instead of another passage. A bedchamber, if she didn't miss her guess, full of the sort of rich furnishings she would expect to belong to royalty.
Not at all suitable for the...what had the king called her? Oh yes: the slovenly stable girl who had spread her legs and her lies for the prince. Lovely. Bac
