The Secret Heir’s Return
The room was dusty, cluttered with boxes and furniture, and the detritus of a lifetime.
In the corner, on a wooden trunk, sat a stack of leather-bound books.
She opened the first one.
January 15, 1985.
I met a woman today. Her name is Margaret. She's beautiful, intelligent, and completely unafraid of me.
I think I'm in love.
Isabella read on through the courtship, the marriage, and the birth of her mother. Through Alexander's rise to power, his crimes, and his regrets. Through the years of secrets and lies and the slow destruction of his own soul.
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