People often ask me why I’m so drawn to medieval England—why my stories always seem to circle back to that mysterious, candlelit world of kings, castles, and forgotten relics. The truth is, it began quite simply: with a book about K ing John. I still remember the moment I read that he had lost all the crown jewels in the Wash, a tidal estuary on England’s eastern coast. The image caught me—a desperate king, trapped by rising water, wagons filled with treasure sinking into the

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