Drogo was still, but he drew in his breath.
“Your uncle, the Marquis, had a heart attack when he heard the news and the Secretary of State thought that you should return at once as the doctors reported that they would be unable to save his life.”
The Ambassador paused before he continued,
“Unfortunately we were unable to communicate with you and your uncle died three weeks ago.”
It was impossible for the moment for Drogo to say anything.
He could only think that in his wildest dreams he had never imagined that both his cousin and his uncle would die and that his whole life would change because of it.
Incredibly that was what had happened when he had least expected it.
Then he was aware that Thekla was looking up at him anxiously and that the Ambassador was rather embarrassed by the
