No one could quite believe the charges.

A traitorous king by virtue just didn’t make sense…

But there he was. Kneeling on the dais. In the shadow of his throne.

My younger brother fidgets, hair tossed and his pajamas crickled from a restless sleep. Although we were only a year apart, it often felt he could be much younger. “We have to stop this.”

I daren’t show emotion as I give a soft shak...