The Crown That Fell
William dropped to one knee before me, indifferent to the shards of glass slicing through his pricey pants.
He clasped my shaking hand, his gaze warm and filled with a gentle pity.
"Sophia, my dear little Principessa, forgive my tardiness."
He slipped off his trench coat, still holding his warmth, and draped it over my shivering frame with precise care. Then, with fingers sheathed in black leather gloves, he tenderly wiped away the dew from my lashes.
His voice was a deep, raspy whisper.
"The car held a first-aid kit, top-shelf liquor, and three hundred brand-new Brownings.
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