TEGAN'S P.O.V
I paced the floor once we were back in my wing debating on if this was the right course of action. If I called Darion and told him, our father would obviously try coming too. But if I called and demanded his appearance without an explanation he would be livid and come with an attitude. Not that his attitude scared me one bit, I just wasn't sure what the best route was to take.
"I strongly believe you should call him," I said to Fredrick.
"Me? He hates me, that's a bad idea."
"He hates me more," I replied defensively.
"But now you're his queen so he HAS to obey." He replied with a chuckle.
"Doesn't mean he will like it. He may not even answer."
"What if I call?" Helena suggested.
"He was never nice to you, Hell," I said in response.
"Well then y'al
