“A ball?” I ask.

“Yes, I think the people of Ojuelo deserve something to celebrate,” Queen Amaya places her fork down to address us. “Six months is a promising feat.”

“Mother,” Lucas says, curtly, “don’t you think that is something the King should have a say in?”

“Of course,” Queen Amaya holds a steady gaze leveled at Lucas. “That is why I am addressing it with you, Your Majesty.” The words sound cold coming from her and I can tell Isabella is ...