“I regret being the one to tell you this, but your father is gone.”
William stared at his old nurse, hardly comprehending. “Gone?”
“I’m so sorry, my dear boy.” The old woman held open her arms to him, inviting him to find comfort in her embrace, as he had from the moment of his birth, but he stiffened and took a step back.
“It’s my half-brother, isn’t it?”
“No one is certain what happened. You know his heart has been ailing him.”
“Don’t lie to spare my feelings. Maury has always wanted the throne. And now that my father is gone, he’ll have no trouble wresting control away from me.”
The old woman’s eyes looked pained, and she looked older than usual. William couldn’t remember her ever looking other than ancient, but the creases that accented her features seemed particularly deep today.
He forced himself to see beyond the façade of caring nurse to what she really was—a co-conspirator with his half-brother for the throne. The throne that rightfully belonged to him….
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