As we headed back to the palace, there was a small pickup that followed us back. I have seen that truck before, but I don’t know where. When we reached the gates, the guards opened them for us to pass through but stopped the truck before it followed us inside. I pulled up in front of the house and saw the truck drive past the house, to the back where the servants park their vehicles. Perhaps I was overthinking the situation. It was probably one of the men picking some things for the kitchen for dinner.
Laken went inside ahead of me, and Tommy, my third in command, greeted me outside.
“How was everything in town?” he asked, flashing me one of his famous smiles.
“We had fun,” I answered him, walking up to the door. “Do you know anyone here who drives a small pickup truck? It followed us
