*Princess Belasarius*

I marched down to McAllister’s office, my heels echoing against the stone walls. Two guards barred the entrance to her office. “Sorry Princess, Commander’s orders. She is not to be disturbed.”

“Commander’s orders?” I asked. I grabbed them by their shirt collars and yanked them down to eye level. “Future Queen’s orders. Take the night off.” They obliged, briskly walking away. Meanwhile, I took a deep breath and opened the doors. She and I ...