Hugo sat beside his daughter as she again couldn’t sleep.
“I killed them, Father. I…”
He held her close and stroked her hair as he waited for the sobs to pass. He wouldn’t tell her again that she had done what she had to do. That she and Prince William were alive because of it.
He also wouldn’t tell her how many others had died that night from magic rather than assassins’ blades.
Most thought they had been one and the same when the assassins had tried to kill Prince William.
Only he knew differently, and he would die with that secret.