When the door closed with a deep and very reassuring clang, they all let out a huge sigh of relief. The light inside the chamber was fierce. Victoria could see that Mr. Twist was covered in blood. Some of it appeared to be his own, but when she asked if he needed help, he declined politely. The adrenalin was still surging through his veins, burning him from the inside like liquid anger. She could see that the murder of his friend and partner was still raw. There would be little point in asking him to stand down, so she didn’t and turned her attention to her king.
“Who would dare to attack me?!” His voice, normally so level and clear was flirting dangerously with outright anger and disbelief.
“To kill my Chamberlain, and my men? They must know that war is but a stone’s throw from an attac
