Roman
Walking a step ahead, I led Francis into my office. My mind was chronicling everything I knew about the man at my heels.
Married my sister, Isabella Godfrey, four years ago.
Duke of Wilmington, a region of Norway.
Fathered two children, my nephew, Rothy, and niece, Alice.
Currently living in a Godfrey castle in Forthwith.
There was one more thing. It was something Lucille had mentioned. Francis and Roman came together to the duke and duchess's apartment after the birthday celebration. She said it seemed as if they'd been talking.
That was very little to go on as I sat behind my desk. “Papa expects us at nine," I said, motioning to the butler to pour my tea.
“Sir?" the butler asked Francis.
“No, thank you," he said, taking the seat opposite me.
I waited until the butler
