Lucille
“You will return to Molave City," Roman declared as soon as our call connected. At only nine in the morning, it wasn't what I expected.
It had been two weeks since I'd made the two-hour trip to Monovia, to Annabella Castle. While my husband and I spoke with some regularity, with my technology still shielded and the concern that our calls were overheard, I was at a loss for what was happening in Molave with Roman or the government issues at hand. Despite the previous unrest being resolved, the king requested that I stay safe within the castle walls.
As with all royal requests, it was a mandate.
For fourteen days, I'd wandered the hallways and tended to what remained of my gardens upon the grounds. The sweltering summer heat while on our Eurasia tour was long gone. While the c
