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A sober-faced Stephen rose up, holding his cup. “I feel as if we should pray or something, you know? Thank the Lord. Seek his guidance.” He held out his hand to Corina. “If we’ve been given a gift. To know what he’s asking of us. Honor the One who honors us.”

Corina slipped her hand into his, tears sweeping across her eyes. “I feel rather undone.”

They stood together in silence, heads bowed, in the middle of the sidewalk under the Cathedral City sky.

Then, as Stephen began to pray, “Teach us how to be royal and humble, Holy Spirit,” the cathedral bells began their six o’clock cadence, their call to prayer pealing through the delicate, crisp fall night.

THE LIBERTY PRESS

1 December

The King’s Office announced today that a rare diamond tiara, lost from King Stephen I’s era, has been found.

“We’re delighted to have a return of this treasured family heirloom,” said a spokesman for the palace. “Princess Corina discovered the rare piece while touring an old inn in the city and returned it to the family jewels. The royal family is thrilled to have Queen Magdalena’s crown safe where it belongs.”

The palace has reserved the tiara for use by the new Princess of Brighton, HRH Princess Corina.

Well, how do you like that? Corina smiled as she folded the newspaper, dropping it beside the bed, as she reached to turn out the light. She paused with a sigh as thick snowflakes fell past the window through the palace lights.

Adelaide, Brill, wherever you are, thank you for watching over me. Over us.

Stephen had called Nathaniel and declared a snow day tomorrow, mentioning something about a snow fort and snowball fight.

Oh, there was so much to learn and love about him.

She snapped the lamp switch and burrowed under the covers, curling against the strong body of her warm, gently sleeping husband.