The king took everything from us—title, estate, our good name—just for the fact that we helped someone else’s child. He was sure I would come to him begging for mercy. Only he didn’t know that you can’t deprive a person of what they’ve never owned.
In truth, I was not Countess Arlington, I didn’t own the estate “Cedar Grove,” and my name was not Annabel. And I had no idea about a country called Ertlandia until I was twenty.
And that cozy little house by the river is much dearer to me than some cold palace. And if we build a bathhouse next to it too—with a real steam bath and a birch broom! Then people from all around will come to me. Because nothing like that they’d never heard of before.
Or maybe one day the king himself will come too—if, of course, he doesn’t know that the healer Anna is the very Countess Arlington he once nearly destroyed.
Well then—light as a breeze, Your Majesty!