Jane of Chelsea

Resurrected Beauty in Historical Fantasy Jane, weary of her long travel from Whitehall Palace, wouldnt dream of another journey to court let alone a strange world. She has never seen talking storks, never heard of Lilys Creek, and known nothing of Ambrosia before the clearing of the mist. Walking on the bridges, running up the corridors, and swimming in the lake, Jane wouldnt mind how many unusual names are stigmatized on her, nor her ignorance of the world to which shes barely accustomed except the spiral path where unknown dangers seem lurking.