MILA
I watched helplessly as Felix left the room with his father. With him gone, there went my strongest ally in the room. Queen Rowena excused herself to read on a sofa in the family area, leaving me alone with my two least favorite members of the Fresonian population.
Sure enough, Charles and Isabella exchanged glances before descending upon me like wolves. They crept towards the couch I was sitting on, boxing me in. I couldn’t leave if I tried.
“So, Mila,” Isabella crooned. “How are you enjoying life as a consort so far?”
“It’s been lovely,” I said, trying to gauge her angle. “Felix is wonderful and I’ve enjoyed getting to know the royal family.”
“And getting your picture in the papers never hurts,” Isabella smirked.
“You seem very smitten,” Charles said, plopping down on my ot
