Fifty:
Prince Henry
There were photographers at the hospital. Because, of course there were. Someone had leaked what we were up to and as we carried the bleeding girl inside, I heard reporters shouting at me. “Is Cecelia Porter Dead? Is Lady Porter alive? Your majesty, did you kill Lady Porter?”
I didn’t answer any of them.
Of course I didn’t.
I took her to the emergency room. Nigel called ahead, and there were doctors there waiting for us. “Patient is Liza Moore, sixteen, was stabbed in an alley way possibly by members of The Guillotine….”
They took me to a private, closed off waiting room. To my surprise, Derek and Deliah were there waiting for me. “Henry!” my brother shouted, his eyes wide with worry. “What the bloo
