Chapter 18
Kathleen
William shook his head as we headed through the corridors, my padded feet quiet on the cold stone floor while his shoes clicked like a crazed metronome.
"He ordered in dinner, his favorites—roast beef, mashed potatoes. Black Forest cake for dessert. Josef told him to relax, said we'd clear his schedule for tomorrow, give him some quiet time by telling everyone the Prince went to the mountains for the day. So, I did. Left him alone. He ordered up some bottles of alcohol from the kitchen—didn't think much about it since he hasn't really been able to relax recently." He paused as a pair of servants walked by, not giving us a sideways glance. "I checked in on him a few minutes ago and..." He wiped his forehead with his sleeve. "I don't want to call Josef 'cause he's taki
