I watch as a group of bunnies play in the thin layer of snow outside of the throne room windows. The way the three fight, shoving each other's faces in the snow, brings a smile to my face.
"Please keep as still as you can, Your Majesty." The painter says in a small voice from behind his canvas, and I turn back around for his sake.
"I apologize. The snow is quite lovely, isn't it?" Before he can respond, the double doors of the throne room are thrown open, and in trudge Sawney, two guards, and none other than Manuel Allard. The thought of him turns my face sour. He's been on the run since Jules lost the castle and was almost untraceable. Until now.
"You're Majesty, please!" His thin frame falls on to the ground in a sweeping motion as he literally begins begging at my
