#charlesb001

“At last, the Duke of Suffolk shows his face.” Thomas Howard was a man of very few subtleties, that much was always certain. Charles’s presence around court, or at least in Thomas’s circles, had felt quite sparse, and it was not hard to imagine why, given the elder Henry’s untimely death. Norfolk stood in his own office, standing behind his desk with a ledger in hand, just returned from a council meeting. “Is there some way I can serve you, your Grace? Perhaps a meeting with His Majesty? Unable to avoid the intrigue around the Crown?”