“Down the hall, third door on the right,” is all the same, dull woman who had brought us down here tells me as I step out of the King’s office. I follow the instructions, coming to an already opened door and find Randall sitting on a couch with Prince Peter, Audrey seated between them as they laugh.
“You’re back,” Randall says with a smile, motioning me inside as he stands and walks over to me, hugging me tightly.
“Did he yell?” Prince Peter asks me. “He’s been in a mood all week.”
I shake my head, surprised to hear it. “He was perfectly nice to me. He didn’t even raise his voice.”
“Are you alright?” Randall asks me. A lump forms in my chest upon realizing that he’s only concerned with my wellbeing and not at all why the King summoned me. Our conversation left me with many new though
