The banner had been pale for a century — not the gold and crimson of victory, but the grey-white of something that had outlived its own meaning. Lord Ashworth-Fitzroy stood before it in the great hall of their Derbyshire house, and for the first time in his forty-three years, he wondered whether inheritance was a gift or a cage.
He had never wanted the title. Neither had his brother Edmund,...
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