Children of Heaven - PrologueChildren of Heaven
Virgil had arrived at Buckingham Palace as soon as he had heard the news. The queen had reached the end of her time on this earth; the doctors were anticipating a quick, peaceful death, though they had been surprised that she had clung to the final thread this long. She would not rest, she said, until Virgil had promised her to find the angel.
He was led to the queen's chambers at once. Tall, pale, and fair-haired, Virgil Walsh could have easily passed as a relative of the royal family rather than a noble. Upon entering the chambers, he was greeted by the heavy, stale smell of illness and impending death. On her death bed, the queen had already begun taking on a pallor, her eyes sunken and her cheekbones very prominent. Her grey hair formed a pillow about her head, a pale halo crowning her in anticipation of her passing.
As he neared the bed, she slowly opened her eyes. Hazy with fatigue and illness, she could barely find the faculties to form th