If I could find Tristan anywhere at the moment then it was going to be at the Grand courtroom which was exactly where I headed.
"Stop," Merylin's hand grabbed mine and she pulled me back. "What is going on with you?" She whispered, watching me with concern in her eyes. "Why are you acting like this?"
What do I tell her? "I. . . I cannot stand the fact that he is being punished because of what humans did?" The sentence ended up being a question from my side and I prayed that Marilyn did not understand or pick up on it.
"Oh," the relief that came to help was visible. "You should have said that but alas, we cannot do anything about it. The king has decided to do something about it and no one can change his mind."
Wrong. "A queen can."
She looked at me in slight shock before beaming at the words. "Really? Do you mean that?"
