*Princess Belasarius*

After Gravestone left, I turned to my father, Samuel, and Rutledge. I knew what to do. “So, Duke Rutledge,” I said, sitting in my chair and steepling my fingers. “How long are we going to keep this up?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You’re saying it was him?” asked Samuel. My father was still lost in his thoughts, still shaken over the loss of his friend. Don’t worry father, I have the man responsible. Leave this to me.

“I mean, I ...