“Your Highness,” Tristan interjected.

I walked over to where Leonardo was standing and stared down at him, towering over him.

“Let him speak, Tristan,” I seethed in anger.

Leonardo bowed his head as I waited for him to say what was on his mind. We stood in silence until he muttered in a tiny voice, “I misspoke, brother.”

“I thought so,” I responded. “You are all dismissed.”

Leaving the hall, I headed ...