Jacob
As soon as she had left, Jacob felt the absence of Bri immediately. From a meeting room on the third floor, he watched the car pull out of the castle grounds. His heart clenched. He would see her again, he knew. But in the last six months, they hadn’t spent more than a few hours apart. And her distance twisted his stomach.
“Jacob, are you listening to me?”
Jacob turned to face his father. “No, I’m not.”
The king scoffed at his nonchalant attitude. “You should be. You’re supposed to be the next king. Don’t you want to learn what makes me successful?”
No, he didn’t. In short, Jacob didn’t care what his father was doing as king. Not too long ago, King Alvin had told him that he had to sacrifice family to be a good ruler. Jacob didn’t believe that for a second. I
