The Wistful Throne
The throne room at Blackwood Castle was not what one expected. There was no gold, no velvet, no gilded carvings of ancient kings. Instead, a single stone seat waited at the far end of a corridor so narrow the walls seemed to lean in conspiratorially, as though the castle itself were whispering secrets to anyone foolish enough to sit. Lord Edmund Ashworth-Cross had inherited Blackwood three...
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