I didn't open it in the archive room.
I thanked Sofía. I told her I needed to read it alone first. She nodded, the nod of someone who has been waiting eleven years and can wait another hour. I walked back to my rooms with the envelope in my hand and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at it for a moment before I broke the seal.
The document inside was official, palace header, formal typeface, dated twenty years ago. A genealogical assessment. Three pages, dense with references to records I didn't recognise. I read it once quickly to get the shape of it, then I went back to the beginning and read it again slowly.
By the third page I had stopped breathing normally.
It was about Adrián's birth records.
Not in a way I could follow completely, the language was bureaucratic, the reference
