I sit uneasily at the table in the prince’s office. After hardly sleeping and preparing for the day, I don’t think I can handle any more bad news.
But I speak too soon.
The doors to the office open and in comes Queen Cordelia. As she does. Its as if she hasn’t complained enough.
And there she goes, “you’re a hard cookie to crack. I’ve pushed you away, taken away your home, I’ve pushed you to exceed far beyond what you should be capable of. But you’re still here.”
She takes a seat opposite me and fluffs out the skirt of her dress. “It’s like I have to kill you to get rid of you,” she says and rolls her eyes.
I clear my throat and sit up straighter. “Good morning, Queen Cordelia,” I say. Then bow.
She pauses in her contemplation of how to get rid of me.
“Oh, well aren’t you well mannered. Good morning, Islet. Now, stand up.”