“Stop this at once,” the King said.
It was then that I noticed, Julian had swiftly moved around the stage without catching his mother’s attention. I hadn’t seen him move either.
Yet there he was, standing behind the King like he had been there all along. Like he had just been whispering in the King’s ear.
The Luna turned toward the King, frowning. “What is the meaning of this?” She spoke with indignation, but in a reserved, demure kind of way that kept her from raising her voice to her husband.
The King ignored her. To the guard that was holding me down by the shoulder, he said, “Remove Terry’s shirt.”
Terry, who had been standing stoic, suddenly took a step backwards. His eyes widened for a half-second before narrowing. “What are you talking about?” He smiled but his voice was too ti
