*Princess Belasarius*

It did not, in fact, work. At least, not for very long. We got away with it at first because McAllister was so tired from searching for us that, when we turned up, that was the extent of her caring. My father was quite a different matter.

“You could have been kidnapped, or murdered!” bellowed my father. He was a bit too old to shout like he reportedly used to, but his voice still commanded, and the shape of the throne room definitely helped add the ...