Seventy-two:
Prince Declan
I wait.
One day.
Then two.
Then three.
Eventually, it becomes a week. Then a month. There are no signs of Fiona. No one knows if she is alive or dead. Or where she is. Eventually, I am dragged back to Scotland by my Grandfathers men.
When I get back, I go to the tower where Nanny Fallon is.
“No sign of her?” she asked.
I shook my head. Nanny Fallon wraps her arms around me, pulls me close, and lets me sob in a way that I have never sobbed before. Princes like me aren’t supposed to sob. I am supposed to be stoic. A person of power. But in that moment, without Fiona there, I am completely, and utterly powerless.
I stay with Nanny Fallon a long time in the tower. Eventually, she forces me to go to my room. I go
