Xander
Holding my breath, I flipped the page, eager to find out what happened next. So someone named Larry killed the Queen. That raised several other questions. Why did he do it and where was Larry now? How did the King die? I wondered if the journal held answers to those questions.
My sleep was neglected as I continued to read the next entry. Even Axe was completely silent, absorbing the information as I skimmed through the cursive letters.
-31st March 1922-
Though I work as a maid in the palace, my family was always close to the Royal household. When I started to work in the Palace, they treated me like their own, especially since I became Richard's nanny. So I wasn't kept in the dark about what was happening.
Richard didn't see the killer's face, but he knew that the murderer h
