Wrench In Gears

Prince Michael hated that he could not extricate himself from the ball quickly enough. He made it to his mother's office in long, quick strides. He wanted to burst inside, but the rules were too ingrained in him, so he raised his hand and rapped his knuckles on the door.

"Come in," his mother said.

Prince Michael turned the knob and pushed the door open. When he walked into the room, his mother and Lucia were standing there. They both looked at him. His mother's face was blank, showing nothing but a familiar glint in her eyes. What had she done? He had thought that telling her he was courting Lucia would satisfy her. Apparently, he was wrong.