CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
It doesn't take much to amuse me and the sight of their surprised faces was more than enough. "What is the meaning of this?" The Prime minister was a middle-aged lady. She was wearing It was the first time I've seen her in person. The Queen stood up from her seat. Her elegant posture didn't match the wrath in her face. "What is a prisoner doing here, Sir Davos?" she demanded. "Prisoner?" the Prime minister asked. "Yes, I'm glad you asked, Prime Minister." I pointed to myself. "I am indeed, a prisoner. My name is Rainia Eleanor Robynn Castemonte, the firstborn of King Cedrick Castemonte." Collective gasps echoed inside the room. And then came the murmurs. The district lords looked at me, at my state as if not believing what I just said. "Apologies. She ia a delusional woman who work
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