FOR the rest of the week, Abelard and I kept meeting everyday for riding lessons. The king has come back and joined us for meals. As usual, he’s quiet and unemotional.
One time during dinner, I tried talking to him and asking him about what’s kept him busy for the past few days. He just said it’s king’s business and that it’s nothing I should worry about.
The queen looked at me and smiled, as if apologizing and telling me to just stop asking. I did and just resumed eating.
The king left the table as soon as he’s done eating, leaving my mom and I (and the multitude of maids) by ourselves. When we were done eating, I decided to talk to the queen. I haven’t really checked on her lately since I have been occupied with Abelard.
Aubrey: “Hey mom, can we talk?”
Mom: “Sure honey. Is anything
