Heather’s POV

I leaned my head against the wall of the window frame in my room, watching the moonlight and stars in the sky. A small, inward smile touched my lips. Everything was as it should be, precisely as I had worked to ensure it was. The commemorations for the late King and Queen will also take place, regardless of crowds or not. Prince Keith didn't need anyone else to pretend they understood or cared before he mourned his parents. His grief was a sacred and also of personal space, ...