December 19th Henri Pierre Gasquet hesitated before knocking on his father’s office door. They’d shared breakfast together less than an hour ago and talked over many things, including Henri’s killer schedule for the next several months. The King had given no indication of the need for a formal meeting this morning. With a fatalistic shrug, […]
The beauty of fiction is it need not be factual and the writer’s imagination can travel as far from reality as he or she desires.