Carter was pacing our room, sweat dripping down his face. It seemed as if he had been doing it for hours. I lay on our bed, Jayden resting in my arms while Carter smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand.
"Smacking yourself is not going to solve anything, Carter."
"How do you know?" Carter challenged.
I rolled my eyes and leaned my head back against the headboard.
"We cannot kill the King." I finally mumbled the words that I had been waiting to say since we left the King's room hours ago.
Carter stopped pacing and turned to me. "Do you prefer he live on so he can make more threats towards our newborn child?"
"Do you really think that we could murder the ruler of our country and not get sent to the dungeons?" I lifted myself to sit up straight, "Carter, it is a suicide mission."
