Mag-log inLiam's POVThe message came through on a number I did not have saved.‘It's Eric. I know you have no reason to agree to this. But I would like to talk. Somewhere neutral. Not the palace and not the school. Just a conversation. You can say no.’I read it twice.Then I put the phone face down on the table and sat with it for a few minutes, which was something I had gotten better at over the last several months … sitting with things before responding to them rather than acting on the first instinct that arrived.The first instinct was to say no.The second instinct was to wonder what he actually had to say.I picked the phone back up.‘Name the place,’ I typed.*****He chose a small café on the east side of the city … the kind of place that had no particular connection to either of our worlds, which was probably the point. Ordinary tables, ordinary noise and I could bet that nobody would recognise either of us or care if they did.I got there first.He arrived 7 minutes later, which tol
Uncle Jones's POVThe courtroom was larger than I had expected.I had been in many formal rooms in my life … council chambers, palace halls, negotiating rooms in foreign ministries — and I had learned to read a room by its architecture before anyone in it said a single word. This one was designed to communicate that the institution it housed was permanent and the people who passed through it were temporary.High ceilings. Solid wood. And the specific gravity of a space that had been doing this work for generations and intended to continue.I sat at the defendant's table and looked at the room without expression.My lawyer … a careful, experienced man named Quartey who had handled cases considerably more complicated than this one — sat beside me with his files arranged in the specific order that people arranged files when they had a plan they believed in.Although, I was less certain about the plan than he was.The charges were read by the court clerk in the flat, unhurried voice that
King Ken's POVAlex looked at me for a long moment before he spoke.The room was completely still … the kind of stillness that arrived when twelve people had all arrived at the same understanding simultaneously, which was that whatever came out of the eldest council member's mouth next was going to be the thing that settled this.He had served on this council for about 31 years. He had been present at my father's coronation like I heard. He had been present at the coronation before that. He was the institutional memory of this body in a way that nobody else at this table was, and when he spoke in formal sessions, people listened with a quality of attention that they did not give to anyone else.He unfolded his hands."I have served three kings in my lifetime," he said. His voice was the measured, unhurried one he always used … not performing gravity as it was simply carrying it. "The first was a man of extraordinary discipline who built the foundations of modern Bahamas and who I came
King Ken's POVLiam was standing by the connecting door when I finished getting ready, and the expression on his face said he already knew what I was going to say before I said it."I am coming with you," he said."No," I said."Ken…""Liam." I turned to face him properly. "The last time I attended that session, two members used the question of you specifically … who you are, where you come from, what our relationship represents — as the foundation of their argument against my reign." I held his eyes. "If you walk into that room with me today, I will hand them the same argument again. Everything becomes about you and me rather than about the law, the constitution and whether my coronation was valid." I paused. "I need this to be about me. Just me."He looked at me for a moment."I do not like it," he said."I know," I said. "Wait for me here."He held my gaze for one more second. Then he stepped back from the door."Do not let them take anything from you in there," he said."I have no
Queen Helen's POVI asked Ken to give us a moment alone.He looked at me when I said it … the specific look he had developed over the last few weeks, the one that said he was deciding whether to trust the situation before he committed to it. It was a good look though. You know, it was indeed the look of someone who had stopped accepting things at face value and had started requiring more than that.I had helped build that in him, even if the methods had not always been right."Mother," he said carefully, "what are you…""A moment," I said. "Please."He looked at Liam. Liam gave him the small nod that passed between them now in the private language of two people who had built their own shorthand … and Ken stood and left the room.The door closed.Liam was still seated at the table, and he looked at me with the direct, unhurried attention he brought to everything. He did not fill the silence with nervous conversation, which told me something about him that I had been learning in pieces
King Ken's POVThe palace had been on lockdown for two hours by the time the full picture started assembling itself.I was in my chamber with Liam, Jenny, and Captain Oscar … the four of us around the table that usually held my morning briefing materials, now holding something considerably more serious. The compromised guard had been detained at the venue and had started talking within the first 30 minutes of questioning, which Captain Oscar said was not surprising."He was not a true believer," Captain Oscar said, setting his tablet on the table with the documented timeline open. "He was paid. When it became clear that the operation had failed and that we had him, the calculation changed quickly.""What did he give us?" I asked."Everything," Captain Oscar said. "The Apex agency connection. The recruitment process. The specific instruction to create the gap in Your Majesty's security during the vehicle transfer." He paused. "And the source of the instruction … was a letter received f







