Lucille
Yesterday upon my arrival, Roman was riled, even ruthless in his admonishment of my behavior. I'd disobeyed the family's order to stay in Monovia. I'd pointed out that the chief minister was not the family. If Roman wanted me to stay at Annabella Castle, then he could have called me. I knew I was playing with fire. It seemed the more I was left to my own devices, the more I pushed.
I wanted a reaction.
Even fire was preferable to drought.
The reaction I received was not unexpected, yet it was a response.
Our encounter stayed verbal until Lord Avery showed Roman a video shot outside Annabella Castle of me speaking to the crowd. It was then the prince ordered Lord Avery to leave us. As red seeped upward from his thick neck, I awaited what was to come next.
As if Roman Godfre
