27
The Consort Elect of the Fourth
Alex tugged at the edge of his formal tunic then waved his guards off, walking into his father’s outer office. He went in through the door opened for him by an attentive servant and into the outer receiving room. Looking around, he spotted Karl off to one side.
“Is Father busy, Karl? Does he have time to see me before the ball tonight?” Alex couldn’t help the fluttering of nerves, second guessing what his father would say.
Karl smiled. “I will let His Majesty know you are here and seeking an audience, Your Highness.”
Alex closed his eyes and took a deep, settling breath, trying to calm his nerves. His life had changed so much in the last couple of months from what it had been, and he felt like he was being hurled at an enemy he didn’t yet understand
