Adrian's P. O. V

Another knock sounded on the door, interrupting my thoughts.

“Come in”, I said, tiredly, not bothering to look up.

Old Stewardess Agness stepped into the room, a polite smile on her face. “Your Highness, the Patriarch requests your presence in the dining hall”.

I grumbled. “Tell him I'm not hungry. I won't be joining them”.

Old Stewardess Agness didn't bat an eyelid. “The patriarch anticipated you might say that, Your Highness. He said if you refuse to ...