Roman

Minister of the Interior, Lord Rowlings, was the only person waiting when I made it to my offices. He and the secretaries stood as I entered a minute or two before my promised time.

“Your Highness,” Dame Williamson said with a neck bow.

“My other appointments?” I asked, looking around.

She smiled. “I have numbers, and I will text.”

I lifted my eyebrows with a nod. “I like that.”

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