“What did I sound like in your world?”
“A crazy man.”
* * * *
“He said what?” Ebony shouted.
“He said he would be here when he gets here. When I insisted, he told me he was the son of the king, and rightful heir to the throne, and I would obey, or he would throw me off the balcony.”
“I will have his head!” Ebony shouted. “Go back. Go back and wait outside his suite. As soon as he comes out, get him here as fast as you can.”
She sat alone on the throne, seething. She could do nothing. He was indeed the son of the king, and heir to the throne, and when he spoke, she was as helpless as a motherless cat in a storm. As she sat on her throne all alone, it came to her that she could rant and rave as loud and long as she wanted to, but now that he was here, she could do nothing. For the firs
