A Key Before a Ring Fair Play

The Key The first photograph arrived while Maeve Devlin was buttering toast with one hand and signing a consent form with the other. It was not, strictly speaking, how constitutional crises were meant to begin. There should have been a bell somewhere, a man in a grey suit, a folded paper on a silver tray, perhaps a storm beating itself stupid against the palace windows for atmosphere.

This title is part of Crown & Clover — The Brighthelm Saga, Book 0.