Queen Annabelle’s POV
“Hello, Olcan.”
After more than twenty years, those were the first two words I said to my former lover. Somewhere in my peripheral vision, Alex’s face has transformed from angry to surprised. I see him call me, but I don’t hear it. My focus is on Olcan’s face, now lined with age and hair starting to silver at the edges. I cannot help but compare his face with my son’s.
Olcan stands. “Annabeth,” he says.
“It’s Annabelle now,” I smiled faintly. “Queen Annabelle.”
“What are you doing here?” he asked. The emotions warring on his face felt like a mirror of my own.
I, too, want to catch up, but here in this hall with countless eyes and ears… I hold my silence a little longer. “Perhaps we can take this reunion to somewhere more private,” I suggested
