Murder of the Belvedere Eye

Chapter Two

2- King-Brother Charles

King-brother Charles rested his forehead on his hand, his thin silver crown hanging from his elbow like a loose bracelet. His eyes were trained on a cloth-covered body beneath the canopy. The fur of his crimson robes drooped.

“Aye,” I said. Charles glanced at me.

“Who the hell are you?”

“A pick pocket,” I said. He caught my arm. He e…