King Vaegan stares between my mother and I, clearly at a loss of what to say or do. My mother has surprised him with her fiery attitude, maybe he’s even a little scared of her. His chest is heaving like he’s struggling to breathe.
“We shall reside in the Queen’s apartments, unless you’ve allowed Minerva to move in there?”
The King’s eyes widen.
“Never mind, she can move out and live on the streets for all I care. Come, Adella, we have lots to do.”
I look at my father once more before following my mother away from his bed. He didn’t even say anything to me, barely acknowledged my existence. It shouldn’t hurt this much, but it does. No matter what, he is my father and it would be nice to receive some kind of recognition or warmth. My mother stops and turns before she opens the do
