"You are not my father. My Papa is here," I reached out for Papa and linked my arm around his.
Apparently, Seris Baccarat had lost whatever tolerance he had of exchanging verbal darts in front of so many spectators.
He stood there regarding me for a moment and then motioned for a pageboy. "Where is the Queen?"
The pageboy whispered something into Seris Baccarat's ear, his head bowed the entire time.
Seris Baccarat nodded, then looked out across the room. "Ah, here comes your Mother, my beautiful soul-mate."
From the speakers in the wall, the disembodied voice boomed out yet again.
"Her Royal Majesty, Queen Chloe Belladonna."
Following his gaze, I turned towards the commotion to my right and nearly choked.
There truly was a taller, more beautiful version of myself.
