"Here," Owain whispered as he grabbed hold of a plank that swung aside as he pulled on it. They both squeezed through the gap and crawled along the back of the hall. "I hear that Alexander of Scotland has pledged troops to support King Henry's attack." Gwen leaned over and tried to see who was speaking. "No surprise there, after all he did marry one of the king's bastards." There was a ripple of laughter around the room. Gwen strained further, attempting to see who had made the comment; lost her footing and tumbled forward. All eyes turned as she scrambled to her feet.
Sometimes being a princess is not all it’s cracked up to be, like when your father plans to marry you off to a king whom you find quite hideous - what’s a girl to do? Well, with the help of her little brother and a slightly mysterious old man, perhaps Gwen will end up with her Prince Charming… but the path of true love rarely runs smoothly!
A 15,000 word novella introducing Princess Gwenllian.