Twenty-four:
King Aiden
At the end of the first week of Lucy’s disappearance, there was a knock on my door. “Who is it?” I barked.
“Chef Moira, your majesty.”
“Moira, you don’t have to call me your majesty. You know that. We’re practically family.” There was a pause outside the door, then it opened revealing the white haired woman who had served our family for as long as I could remember.
Lucy looked a bit like her, and I’d seen pictures of young Moira with my parents where they might as well have been the same person. Da used to tell stories about how Moira and Dermont Lark fell in love. When they first met, they used to bicker constantly. Dermont would tell Moira the royal family wanted things done a certain way. She would explain that she was a cook, not an art
