Prince Wilhelm had always maintained a cordial relationship with his guards. When he left home, the King only permitted Adolf, the commander of those guards, to accompany him. The other ten men were handpicked by the King himself and Wilhelm had always known them as those who stole away his secrets and handed them to the King. When the ten were in his presence, they felt his impatience and forced tolerance. Karl, the leader of the ten, rushed over to Prince Wilhelm, head hung but with impatient feet. Wilhelm internally groaned, refusing to look up at him. The seething anger held for his father, that Wilhelm usually had clamped down, effervescence and leaked to the surface. The ten were an ugly reminder of the control the King held over everything that Wilhelm held dear. One misstep and it would be Agatha’s life, Wilhelm knew that. Did they report his impertinence to his father, Wilhelm wondered. It was only the beginning of his impertinence. By the time all his plans came through, hi