The Emperor's Conspiracy
“Edward took the envelope off the silver salver presented to him by the club’s butler and slit it open with the letter opener provided.
It was from Charlotte, giving the location to meet her, Kit, and Gary this evening. He studied her handwriting, the loops and flourishes of it, which spoke of a joy in putting pen to paper. A celebration of the skill of writing.
She must only have learned how when she came to Catherine.
He folded the paper and slipped it into his top pocket.
“Good news?” Lord Aldridge asked, and with a start Edward noticed he was sitting very close by, in the same dark corner of the room. He leaned forward and increased the light on the small lamp beside him, beating back the gloom a little.
“Why do you say that?”
“You looked …” Aldridge looked suddenly uncomfortable. “… well, happy.”
Edward damped down his surprise. “Yes. In a way, I am.”
“Well, good luck to you.” Aldridge stood. He was a few years younger than Edward, and almost too good-looking.
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