“Do you feel differently about royalty now that you know me?” I ask. Oliver stills. “What do you mean?” “Walter Bagehot, an English essayist, wrote: Above all things, our royalty is to be reverenced, and if you begin to poke about it, you cannot reverence it…its mystery is its life. We must not let in daylight upon magic.” “Your magic thrives in the daylight, Callum.” He places a gentle kiss on my shoulder. “The more I know of you, the more I revere you.”
