“Piper and I have been having an affair,” Joyce said into the microphone.
The King stepped forward and attempted to rip the microphone from his hands, but Joyce, younger and stronger, shook him off with relative ease.
“Let me speak my truth, father!”
“You are out of your mind!” the King snapped back.
“I’m not! I have proof!”
The Queen stepped forward then. “Joyce, please. This is not the way to go about this. Let us speak privately.”
“So you can cover it up? So you can push the love of my life off onto Julian? No!” Joyce was frantic, so different from his usual, quiet persona. It was like looking at a different person.
I felt the accusation physically, like a blow, so I took a firm step backwards. Then I remembered Jane.
“What have you done?!” I shouted.
No one but Jane could he
