Jonathan St. Laurent fingered the two folded sheets of a letter and the blob of melted wax he’d broken. Ashton’s instructions had been written in a code the League had invented years ago, one he’d only become privy to when Godric had asked him to join their ranks last September.
It was an honor he would never forget. So many years he’d watched his half brother and the other lords from a distance. Now he was one of them, no longer a valet, not from below stairs or the wrong side of the blankets, but a true legitimate son of a duke, even if his mother had been a lady’s maid to the duchess. His father had married Jonathan’s mother legally, albeit secretly, after Godric’s mother had died in childbirth, along with a sibling Godric would never have the chance to know.
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