Nearly There God Love Us

One True Thing The first missed call came through while Rowan of Brighthelm was standing beside a pallet of winter blankets in an aircraft hangar that smelled of diesel, rain, and other people's emergencies. He felt the phone buzz against his hip and did not reach for it. That was how disaster usually entered royal life: not with a scream, not with a headline, not even with a locked door, but with one small vibration ignored because duty had been placed in a man's hands and a photographer had been placed ten feet away to make sure he held it correctly.

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