~Theo~
By the time I left my father and stormed out, I found Grace and Fred waiting outside my door. There was uneasiness on Grace’s face which turned to relief immediately she saw me approaching.
“He didn’t kill you,” she exhaled. “We were so worried about what went on in there. The whole palace could hear your brawls.”
“I wanted to do the killing.” I passed her, ignoring the bewildered expression on her face as I spoke. I nodded to Fred, who was leaning stiffly against the wall. “I need to get Storme out. I can’t let her spend another minute in there.”
“The king didn’t agree to release her?” Grace asked.
I shook my head. “He was purely adamant. I cannot sit around and hope that he can change his mind about executing her. I’ll have to do this my own way.”
Fred fell in beside me. “Bu
