Chapter 30
Chapter 30 The Land Rover didn't slow down as it approached the Noordeinde gates. Casper drove with a steady hand, the mud-spattered tires of the off-road vehicle clashing violently with the pristine cobblestones of the palace forecourt. This time, there were no flashing bulbs; the press had been held back by a mile-long perimeter, an order issued personally by a recovering King. As the engine cut out, the silence that followed was heavy. Elisa looked up at the grey stone facade. Only two weeks ago, this building had felt like a tomb. Now, as the morning sun hit the glass of the East Wing, it looked like a challenge. "Ready?" Casper asked, his hand finding hers on the seat between them. "I’ve spent half my life fighting things I couldn't see," Elisa said, straightening her linen sh
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