{~Penelope Rogan~}
Having teenagers is not for everyone. Seven kids, I should have talked myself out of it. Now here I am, dealing with a bunch of royal brats. Some are saints, others not so much. I exhaled, running my hands over my face over and over. I wonder what I thought that would do. It didn’t fix the problem. Right now they’re busy with their father so I can take a moment to breathe, to just exist. And get some of my work done.
My personal phone started ringing as I tapped away on my keyboard. I ignored it and focused on the computer. As soon as it stopped ringing, it started up again. Almost right after. Not more than five seconds apart.
I groaned, I wondered if the kingdom was burning down. I’d be doing my work manually, but that is only for royal work, not ... not the kind of
