Tara’s POV
I spent almost the entirety of my day in my rooms, keeping watch on the time. Waiting. Reinhold visited for a few minutes to tell me that King Fredrick had no time in his schedule tomorrow. He could see me at 4:30 pm, a week from Friday, for about 15 minutes.
“No good,” I tell Reinhold. “Call them back. Tell whomever you talk to that we demand to see Fredrick at 9 am sharp tomorrow, for a minimum of 2 hours. Or we will, quite literally, blow their door down.”
“Yes, ma’am!” Reinhold agrees at once, giving me a look of respect.
I smile as I go back to my economics book, and answer the questions posted on line from the teacher. The book was exceedingly boring, but thankfully I was able to read and understand the entire textbook in less than an hour. Then I worked on t
