Sixty-five:
Prince Declan
The news was delivered to me in the middle of a meeting about what I couldn’t remember. They said Fiona’s name. They said the word explosion. Then I heard nothing else. I didn’t know how long it had been before I came out of the shock that I had been induced into by the information. Then, I was back in my room with a doctor examining me and my father pacing worriedly next to me.
“What the fecking hell happened?” my grandfather demanded.
“It’s shock, your highness,” the doctor answered, “which, given the circumstances----”
“She’s not dead!” I snapped.
This made the doctor and my grandfather look directly at me.
“Declan,” said my grandfather, “my grandson. Are you alright?”
