The Falcon's Heir

In the early hours before dawn on a balmy morning in mid-May, the private master wing of Castello di Moretti was awake with urgent, purposeful activity. Outside the ancient limestone walls, the sea beneath Monte Tauro was smooth as polished obsidian, reflecting the pale silver glow of a waning crescent moon. Inside the suite, which had been converted over the past month into a state-of-the-art private maternity suite equipped with…