Roman

High above the mountains, the helicopter flew in and out of icy clouds. The loud whirl of the helicopter’s blades muted discussion. Nevertheless, for my own survival, I needed to stay aware.

From my seat, I stared over at the Duke of Wilmington. Francis’s face was swollen, making him look as though he’d gone multiple rounds in a boxing match. The royal medic at his side stitched lacerations and applied a mask. From what I could ...