“The moon, heavy and brimming with light, casts a blueish hue over the fresh layer of snow.  Hurriedly dressed for the journey, Richard huddles into his cloak. He’s unused to being outside at dusk, and this part of the castle, bordered by kitchens and wash houses, is unfamiliar. It’s where the servants live, where food is delivered and where it is cooked. Glancing at the towering walls, the upper casements shuttered against the world, he feels like an exile already.”

From ‘The Traitor’s Son’– included in the showcase