Prologue
Little princess Teresa was of a class of her own. Sweet little child, polite, and smart. Child of Lady Regina, she did her kingdom's name proud, both academically and in all manner of sport and conquest. Ivory hair like her mother's, sparkling emerald eyes like her father, she was the very picture of perfection.
Little boy Patrick stared curiously at the distant palace. What must it be like, he wondered, to have your every need and whim taken care of, not having to steal or cheat for a living, to be surrounded by gems and gold, and happy people who only bear good news? He felt a hand on his shoulders, and found himself looking into a girl's eyes. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. He'd always had a soft spot for Angela...