Miatta

“Fine,” the King concluded. “She is in your care as of now till the end of our festivities. But one slipup, one scene from Miatta and you will not have to plead her case another day because I will have her hanged.”

His words were cold and mean that I was sure that he meant every word. I heard Lucas’ sigh of relief float to my ears and I almost punched the air with my fist in joy.

“Thank you, Father. Miatta, you may now show your appreciation.”

I froze in place for ...