Roman

After dinner in our apartments, I went on a search, finally locating King Theodore near his offices. His usual suit was replaced with casual slacks and a thick jumper, making his thick midsection more noticeable. A cap covered his white hair.

“Your Majesty,” I said, “I was hoping we could speak.”

“Why were you and Lucille not at dinner?”

“The banquet has made her tired. She wasn’t up for a formal ...