Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Silver heir
Two years had passed since the winter the old king returned to the earth. The grief that had once made the grand halls of the estate feel heavy had settled into a quiet, respectful memory. The snows of that difficult season were long gone, replaced by the brilliant, emerald-green grass of a New York summer.
Today, the mansion was dressed in the formal colors of Knights Enterprises—deep navy blue and solid silver. Hundreds of the most powerful people in the country—governors, international bankers, and the older members of the corporate board—had gathered on the grand terrace overlooking the Hudson River. But they were not here to trade stocks or sign contracts. They were here to witness the changing of the guard.
Inside the private library, the air
