CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Tatiana rested her head on the desk.
It was boring but she would always choose this over going to parties and hiding from banshees. She just prays that it won’t come in here because she has Elliot and old William to protect.
William announced that he will be entering the room and the door creaked open. She had no energy to turn around and watched the red and orange leaves starting to fall on the ground. It was the beginning of autumn.
“Princess, the king summons you to his study,” William notified her. She groaned in the complaint and stretched her arms across her desk.
“What does he need from me now?” she grunted, “if he is going to tell me to go to parties then he can attend it himself.”
“Princess!” William hollered, “you can’t speak like that!”
“I’m sorry!”
