Prince Winston
The rain was a wearisome thing; it would not relent. There were flashes of lightning too, such as I recollect from that night when you were but five years of age, standing before the castle doors, a child so small, an orphan. A faint, hesitant step forward. “He hath their calm, their silence,” spoke Prince Winston to his guard
About Prince Winston
The rain was a wearisome thing; it would not relent. There were flashes of lightning too, such as I recollect from that night when you were but five years of age, standing before the castle doors, a child so small, an orphan. A faint, hesitant step forward. “He hath their calm, their silence,” spoke Prince Winston to his guard