Theo:
There have been nights when I've woken up in a sweat, dreaming I was frozen in time and unable to move. This was like that, but worse.
I was awake and knew it.
I sat in my father's study, waiting behind the giant oak desk I had romped around as a child, as people swarmed around me, phones ringing and papers shuffled from folder to folder. We had moved out of the panic room as soon as it was determined the attack was a one-off, the security forces sweeping every inch of the palace and making sure it would be safe to move around the building.
Extra security guards still stood at every intersection—and military at the front gates.
No one wanted to take the chance of being wrong.
Josef came into the room, moving over to stand beside me.
"Sire..." He bit his lip. "We need to talk."
