THE PORTANCE DYNASTY - BOOK ONE
THE MAKING OF A PRINCE
He crouched low in the shrubbery, listening and waiting. When he heard the sound of a soft lullaby, he knew they were coming. She hummed it as she pushed the stroller slowly along the path. As they drew closer, his muscles tensed in preparation to pounce.
It was the spring of 1970 on the grounds of the Royal Estate. The pretty young governess was charged with the care of the Crown Prince for a good part of each day. The mornings were leisurely for her and the child; at ten o'clock they strolled the well-protected park-like setting. At one year of age, the Prince was dazzled by sunlight as it filtered through the canopy of ancient elms. This day was exceptional, with new life springing, budding and blossoming everywhere. Birds were singing as morning mist rose from the dew-covered foliage and lawns. It was a symphony of life, and the young woman and child strolled along enraptured by it. The furthest thing from anyone's mind was the unthinkable lying in wait for them.