He was so lonely without the old man. There were few people he truly trusted: Cassandra certainly, perhaps Sylissa d’Hart, and of course Theodore. The old man had been like a father to him, had been more of a father than his own father. The old king had been more concerned with his mistress, his ...
He climbed up several decks to sick bay, and when he checked in, was greeted by a medical corpsman. “Ballin,” the fellow said, looking at a screen at his desk. “Implants, is it?” No one had told York what to expect, so he said, “I guess so.” York wa...