Oliver
“The king knows you're involving me?" Lucille asked, her blue eyes wide.
“The king doesn't know that you're aware of the plan the Firm has in place."
“The plan being you." She didn't ask as much as confirm.
I nodded. “However, as I promised you, I want to help you take on more as princess." My cheeks rose as I smiled. “You are much more than an accessory. Here is a chance to prove it."
“And he agreed?"
“He agreed to allow you to return and to see your father. I told him of your disappointment with the trip to the US being held off. He agreed. The particulars were not discussed."
Lucille took a deep breath, the color draining from her cheeks as she sat back down on the sofa, crossed her ankles. When her gaze met mine, she nodded. “Tell me your plan."
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