INDY
For the past two days, I had done nothing but look out of the window.
It had become a ritual. I would wake before anyone else, wrap a shawl around my shoulders, and stand by the narrow pane of glass that overlooked the white valley. I would study the sky as though my stare alone could command the clouds to part.
Snow fell steadily.
Sometimes it drifted lazily, like feathers descending from an unseen height. Other times it came in sheets, blurring the cottages into faint silhouettes.
Either way, it did not stop.
The universe was clearly on Rome’s side.
I leaned my forehead lightly against the cold glass and exhaled. A faint fog bloomed before my eyes and then vanished.
He was the crown prince, after all.
Perhaps that was why they called them the chosen ones. It was because th
