SUCRE MIGHTY! I remember my mother's words from her letter. 'Remember, the blood of the Sucre might run through you. I am hoping someone has reached out to you from my people to either try to kill you or take you back to my home.'
The blue-eyed man leads me to the high table. Asking me to take a seat on the last royal chair that is not occupied, and I refuse.
I am not stupid to sit at the same table with people who are working with my uncle and are trying to kill me. “Thank you for a very nice introduction. I don't care who you are or what you lead. The question remains. Why am I here? And what do you truly want from me?”
“We are here to talk. Calm down.”
“Calm down!? You did not find a better way to communicate with me than to team up with my uncle in trying to kill me by kidnapping m
