Infamous Desire by Artemis Hunt Page A

aides usher us to a room.
    It is empty. Jasper closes the door.
    “Your highness, you may want to sit down.”
    “Cut the crap, Jasper,” Alex says irritably. “I’ve had a long and very trying day for most part. What is it?”
    “Your father, the King, is dead.”
    All three palace aides are the portrait of utmost solemnity.
    I’m speechless.
    As is Alex.
    Jasper adds, “Long live our new King.”