Lucille

Oatmeal and dry toast churned in my stomach as the royal guard opened the door to the armored car and the cheers from the crowd gathered at Forthwith grew louder. Signs similar to those in Odnessa were held high in the air. My name was chanted on repeat as a guard escorted me to the podium.

Questions came from around the venue:

“How is Prince Roman?”

“How is the duke?”

“Is the prince going to be all ...