"You trust that thing?" is the first thing Lucille asked when we were alone in her room.
"No," I answered honestly. "Luc, I think we need to sit down and talk about what happened earlier. You can't solely prioritize me. We are all essential for the survival of our realm. What happened when you talked to my dad?"
"He got upset with me for questioning his direct order," she shrugged. "But it's nothing new. My dad and Gray's dad were with him. They don't think I'm fit to be in the position I'm in,"
"My dad and the others?"
"No, my dad and Gray's," she sat down at the edge of her bed close to the headboard. There aren't any tears but the anger is evident. "There's a transfer spell they can use to name someone else number one,"
"I thought the choice was up to m
