December 2, 1994
***Mateo***
We walk down the hall in silence as the Queen leads me through a series of corridors until we come before a door. I gulp as she lets me in, closing the door behind me. She walks over to her desk and sits gracefully upon her chair, interlocking her fingers and resting them on the surface of the table. Her cold gaze settles on me, making my wolf restless with worry. A long silence fills the room as minutes crawl by.
Anxious to get this over with, I clear my throat to break the stillness in the room.
“Y-your majesty,” I stammer, trying to come up with a possible explanation for my presence in Sofia’s suite. “I-I”
Homework! Luis suggests
“I-I have a homework assignment due tonight,” I say, refusing to look the Queen in the eyes. “Her
