“There’s nothing I can do.” “How can you say such a thing?” As best she could, Niamh maneuvered Ferdinand around so she faced him head-on. “You are a prince.” “A lot of good that title has done me.” He met her eyes at last. “What will you have me do? I’m the second son. I’ve no allies or respect in court. Jack created this problem, and he clearly intends to handle it as he sees fit. I don’t owe him anything.” “Maybe not.” She couldn’t abide his cynicism today. Perhaps it was the energy of the crowd, or being among her people again after so long, but she couldn’t allow him to withdraw or turn
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