Birdie's POV:
It's been a couple of minutes since the king and Brandon left. I glanced at the wall clock every two minutes, as if doing so would make the time go by much faster.
I had my speech rehearsed fully in my head. I met a friend, and I spent some time catching up with her and forgot about my duties.
The more I mulled over it, the more I realized that it didn't make a lot of sense. So I admit to willingly ignoring my duties to the king of all people, just because I met a friend?
I wringed my hands together and sighed heavily. This was the worst. Sitting in tense anticipation, wondering what the hell I was going to do with my life now, and what sort of punishment I had managed to incur for myself.
Ten o'clock. And still no sign of the king. I was too scared to get up, for fear
