Chapter Eighteen
“You can’t accuse your mother of treason based only one the tortured confession of one man, a questionable man at that. Besides, why would she want all those people dead—including you?” Oliver had a good point.
Roderick had an answer.
“She has effectively cut off the bloodline from my father’s family ever controlling the throne again—but that would mean I have to die as well.”
“Even if she did kill you, her only living son because Martin is also dead, that wouldn’t put her on the throne.”
“No,” agreed Roderick. Oliver had put on a dressing gown, but the thin silk hid nothing from Roderick’s eyes. “After I die, you’d be next on the throne.”
Oliver’s jaws worked in protest, but no words came out of his mouth. Abruptly he laughed. “You don’t honestly believe I want to r
