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Chapters (54)
  1. Cover
  2. The Summer Queen
  3. Dedication Page
  4. Family Tree of King George III
  5. Family Tree of Queen Victoria
  6. PART ONE
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. PART TWO
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. Chapter Twenty-Two
  30. Chapter Twenty-Three
  31. Chapter Twenty-Four
  32. PART THREE
  33. Chapter Twenty-Five
  34. Chapter Twenty-Six
  35. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  36. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  37. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  38. Chapter Thirty
  39. Chapter Thirty-One
  40. Chapter Thirty-Two
  41. PART FOUR
  42. Chapter Thirty-Three
  43. Chapter Thirty-Four
  44. Chapter Thirty-Five
  45. Chapter Thirty-Six
  46. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  47. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  48. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  49. Chapter Forty
  50. Chapter Forty-One
  51. Acknowledgements
  52. Select Bibliography
  53. The Summer Queen
  54. By Margaret Pemberton

‘You’re probably right.’ He hesitated and then said, ‘One of the reasons I wanted to speak to you without anyone else hearing is because the girls are discussing whom I might choose as a bride, from my grandmother’s list of possibles, and when I realized I was on the point of telling them – and filling them with disappointment – I thought it best to walk away.’

The blood drummed in May’s ears. From out of nowhere had come a subject so unexpected, she wondered if she had misheard him.

He said wryly, ‘They all expect me to plump for Mossy.’

She hadn’t misheard him. Scarcely able to believe Eddy was trusting her with such information, she turned to face him, her hand at her throat. ‘And . . . you haven’t done so?’

‘No. I know from Maudie that you never gossip, Cousin May, and that I can trust you not to let this go any further, but when I was at Balmoral a few months ago, so were the two younger Hesse-Darmstadt girls, and it was then that I knew who I was going to marry.’

The drumming in May’s ears became deafening.

Irène. He was going to marry Irène. And unlike the princesses on the list who were not of marriageable age, Irène was nearly twenty now, which meant the official announcement would not be very long in coming.

She had always known that when Eddy married, it would be to someone in her Aunt Queen’s vast extended family network, but she had been hoping it would be to someone like Mossy; someone she barely knew and therefore wasn’t on friendly terms with.

‘Granny Queen will be pleased.’ He gave her another of the slow, sweet smiles that she found so sexy, and which sent tingles down her spine. ‘Alicky will be sixteen in two years’ time,’ he added, ‘and her name has always been the one at the top of her list.’

May’s hand was still at her throat. The high collar of her gown was pinned with a brooch and beneath the tips of her fingers the jewels were cold and hard and sharp. She thought of Alicky’s letters to her. Letters full of her certainty that Nicky Romanov was her one true love, and that she knew with all her heart they would be together until the end of time.