"Why me, why now?' Florin could not help but ask.
If he was going to do this, he wanted to know why. Kalfina had no intention of hiding the truth either. Her reasons were clear.
"He's not fit to be King," she replied.
"He's a brilliant general on the battlefield, well-liked by the people-"
"Well-liked? More like feared," Kalfina muttered in response.
Just then, the door to the Drawing Room swung open and a small figure rushed in.
"Lady Arabella! Lady Arabella!" A maid rushed into the room, following the small figure, calling her name.
"Mummy!" The young child exclaimed with glee as she leaped into Princess Kalfina's arms.
"Bella my little doll, what are you doing here?" She exclaimed in surprise as she embraced the child, "Didn't I tell you mummy has to work to do?"
The maid who followed the young child in was down on her knees trembling in fear, "Your Highness, I tried to tell milady you were busy but…"
