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Prologue

Christofur

England

May 1870

"My lord, a er from Raultshire," Carlisle, next in line to be the earl of Haluria andintoat Oxford, and no one ever writes to

"A e I tear through the seal to read it "My father is dead As are my brothers," I say without emotion

"Coughing sickness?" Carlisle asks

"That’s what Giles says” I suppose I should be upset, but I find that I a hell, so land, far from the shores of Raultshire

“Your Majesty?” Carlisle says, startling me Never in my lifetime did I think that title would be addressed to me

“Yes?”

“We should leave at once Your people will need you now”

“You are right, of course, you are right” When I look up, he is kneeling in front of ?” I ask

“My king, I swear this sole and crown froht is ht, forevermore”

“I am honored and humbled by such loyalty,” I reply aardly I aht response, but Carlisle smiles and stands

“I will have the stewards pack; we should just be on our way”

The journey horeeted by my father’s chief minister, Ronin I hate this man, but do I really want to rock the boat as soon as I arrive home?

“Lord Christofur,” Ronin says

“That is Your Majesty,” Carlisle says, interjecting

“Of course, forgive me, Your Majesty,” he says with a sneer

“Where is the protocol officer?” I ask, wanting to be done with this man