Counselor Vesky walked around, cackling as Sir Henry remained perched on his shoulder. He’d gotten the parrot back too!
“I’m going to install a new King on the throne! One who will listen to me and follow my orders!” he exclaimed evilly as he entered the sitting room where Baron Arnoff and Sasha sat.
“Why don’t you just become King?” Sasha queried.
“I’m not royalty. And if I don’t deposit a valid figurehead on the throne, I’ll spend my whole life fighting for power. Kings from other countries will lay claim to my crown.” Vesky explained. “Our constitution demands those of royal blood can only become the king.”
“So then who are you going to put on the throne?” Sasha queried.
Vesky looked at Baron Arnoff.
“It’s time to tell your daughter the truth.”
Baron Arnoff looked at Sasha
