Pierre stormed the palace.
His head was a mass of anger.
It was hot. He was beyond words angry. He was filled with fury.
How could she? How dare she? How dare his own mother go after Alice and tell her everything? How on earth had she even known? Who had told her? Who could ha e told her?
He did not care that he was still in his servant attire or that everyone on the castle was looking around. He had only one objective and it was to meet his mother.
He flung the throne room open. He saw her with a number of advisers.
“Get out!” He barked at everyone present.
They were taken aback and so confused they were all turning to look at each other.
“Are you bloody deaf?!” He screamed. “Get out of here! Each bloody one of you! Get the hell out of here now!”
They all jumped up and scurried
