Edmund sat in his chamber, a goblet of wine untouched at his side. The hearth was empty and the windows had been opened to allow a cool breeze in, to cut the summer heat. There were more comfortable places in the palace to spend time, less stuffy than the king’s private study, but Edmund reveled in it. In the trappings of office that he’d always coveted. He couldn’t help but wonder if he still would have coveted this if he’d known…
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