I stared at the desk, looking at the blizzard of papers that needed my attention. The past week had been a blur of ‘Your Majesty’ and ‘My Queen’ and ‘These require your attention.’ Demanding and exhausting.
“Your Majesty.” Damnit, here comes another one. I look up from the evil papers to the messenger coming in. “These require your review and royal seal.”
“Thank you.” Those were the flat tones words that came out of my mouth, but my mind was saying, ‘f**k you.’
Lyle walked in just as the messenger left, carrying two cups of steaming goodness. Hot chocolate!
“I have our fuel. Let’s dive into the sea of paperwork before we drown in it.” He smirked, setting my cup in front of me before he pulled up a chair.
I scooted over, making room for him. “Where do we start?” I asked, motioning over
