Samuel stood on the balcony of his Swansea manor, admiring his view of the ocean. He could see yachts and what looked like a steamboat about to dock. Steamboats? In Swansea? He hadn't realised he was in such a cultural hotspot.
Back on the ground, something caught his attention. A carriage had come up the road towards the manor, flanked by six armed guards. He frowned. Was it perhaps his father? He couldn't be sure. Re-entering his bedchamber, he...
Back on the ground, something caught his attention. A carriage had come up the road towards the manor, flanked by six armed guards. He frowned. Was it perhaps his father? He couldn't be sure. Re-entering his bedchamber, he...
