The moment he spoke, Lord Warrick's face twisted as if he had bitten into something sour. Yet, he could do nothing but force a smile. "Your Grace, you jest! It was merely a misunderstanding, and those under my command have been dealt with accordingly."
Hearing that, Simon scoffed, striding past him without a backward glance.
I followed, amused by his confidence.
With the title of heir, it seemed Simon's word was law, and Lord Warrick bent over backward to accommodate him.
After all, the current king was the Duke of Avon's brother, and he held a great deal of respect for the Duke. When word of Simon's tragic fate reached the throne, he was met with nothing but favor.
We entered the High Court of Justice without a hitch, but I soon realized things weren't as easy as I had hoped.
My father's case had been buried long ago, and finding any details now would be nearly impossible. Even if we asked Lord Warrick, he might not provide any truth.
Our best course of action was to search the prison where my father had been held for clues.