Roberta POV
The king squeezed his large frame through the manhole, though I had used the word 'manhole' as an explanation of where we were headed, it is really a manhole, rather it is a hole cut in the ceiling and made to look like part of the ceiling, I had almost missed it when I first came into the walk-in wardrobe.
We sat on roof beams, and the king was looking at the dozen boxes in the ceiling cavity, he looked up at me as if asking me where to start, I pointed to the box that held the information on Jacoby's life in the cells and watched him as started to pull out photographs and he growled a deep pain, that rippled through me, I wanted to hold him and tell him he is no longer in pain, but knew that would not be wanted at this moment, he needed to have his time to absorb and come t
