CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“A cup of tea,” he accepted it but with suspicion openly written on his face. They were in the drawing room with Liam sitting across his mother. The Queen’s presence could never have been more condescending like it felt right now and her non-chalant expression made it hard for him to decipher what was going through her mind.
“Yes of course. You sound surprised,” the Queen peered at her son over the rim of her cup.
“Well, we haven’t sat down for a casual cup of tea just the two of us in…hmmm, two years,” he took a sip of the warm liquid, relishing at the homely feeling it brought. Mrs. Walker had worked for the Royal family since Liam was born and her meals, especially the tea held a special place in his heart.
“And whose fault is that?” she countered, wat
