CHAPTER 27- COULD HE BE A PRINCE?

Bren wasn't even able to make it to his room from the dinning hall. He stood, cloaked in the shadows of the hallway barely able to breathe.Every now and then, lightning would flash in from the windows, illuminating his hidden figure clad in the shadows. This was not happening! He thought holding his head in his hands.

Why was his past always coming back to haunt him in the most terrible of ways? he lamented. Of all the costly treasures in the world, why did this particular one have to find it's way here? But then he considered. The prince in the portrait might as well be one of his late brothers and not him. But the chance that it was him was just as great.

If everyone... heck, screw them. If Adriana found out that he'd lied to her about who he truly was, she would never trust him again. Then Philippe and the rest of her condemning family would easily fill her head with the conclusion that everything he had ever told her since he arrived at the manor was a lie.