For dinner, King Nixon sat alone at the table. He tilted curiously to Mr. Baldwin standing directly opposite him. “Where’s everyone?” he asked the aged steward.
Mr. Baldwin gulped. “Queen Neticia has retired for the night, My Lord,” he replied.
Nixon was surprised. “Retired for the night, this early?” He looked at the dishes spread on the table and then his gaze moved back to the aged steward before him.
Mr. Baldwin nodded. “Yes, My Lord,” he responded, and he gulped again. He wasn’t the only one in the palace who was aware that things were currently sore between the King and his family, that King Nixon’s wife and son have both teamed up to have one voice in protecting the prince bitten by a werewolf.
“Has she eaten dinner already?” King Nixon probed. He remembered the last time he saw
