Fifty-four:
Prince Marlowe
It had been one hell of a weekend.
All I had wanted to do was to get Henry out of the castle. He’d been locked in his room, getting drunk off his arse for far too long. The Queen didn’t want anyone to accuse him of still mourning Vivian. It was time to move on, she reasoned. Even though it hadn’t even been that long.
I took him out, then the next thing I knew he’d vanished. Then, a rumor had gone through the club that Cecelia had been killed by Coleumers. Then the rumor changed that it had been Henry who had shot Cecelia. Then it was Cecelia had been saved by Henry. No one seemed to really know the truth.
I left the club, and when I got back to the palace I found The Queen waiting for me.
“Di
