Beth’s grin widened at her own suggestion, but Doris only stared at her as if she had lost her mind. “We can’t ask Prince Martin for help, Beth! What are you thinking?” There was no way Prince Martin would be able to help her, let alone care where she ended up. He had more important things to worry about than a maid who was being mistreated. He was the crown prince, after all. Doris bet she never even crossed his mind since she’d left the library. Why would she?

“I saw Prince Martin in the library the other day,” Beth lowered her voice and neared Doris with a quick glance...