ALLISON’S POV
I sat at the long dining table. The clinking of silverware and the sound of voices filled the room, but my mind was elsewhere. Alex and Allen were sitting on either side of me, and I could feel the tension in the air.
Both of them looked at me in a way that made it clear they were holding something back. I wasn’t blind—I could sense the tension between us.
Queen Mother Leona had always been an attentive listener. During the meal, she turned to me.
"Allison, my dear” she said “I would like to know more about what has been happening with you. You've seemed troubled lately. Is there anything you'd like to share? You know you can always speak to me."
I swallowed. I wanted to tell her everything especially about everything. But as my eyes flicked over to Alex, then to Allen,
