Mason POV
Lost in thought, we left Harold’s suite and headed to Heather’s room. I wondered who would want to hurt my brother. He had never really been one to make enemies, always caring for others, part of what would make him a great king. Could it be for some other reason? But for the life of me, I could not think of who would benefit from harming them. I certainly do not want to be king. Will I be the one next targeted once they have removed my brother, or maybe someone will fight the fact that we were all irresponsible and not fit to be king?
But again, who?
I must have stood outside of Heather’s room for too long as she looked shyly at me and asked if I wanted coffee. I had grabbed some muffins and cake, with the thought of spending more time with her, but got sidetracked by what H
