The next morning I woke up late and exhausted after yesterday's celebrations which went on to last for the whole night. The Princess and Cameron McGray Jr were not at the plantation that day and when I asked where they were, I was informed that they took off to their honeymoon.
"Where?" I asked.
"In Jamaica, they left at first light. Sit Your Majesty..." said Lady Yara while holding a newspaper, she seemed so taken by it while I couldn't even read a word of what seemed to occupy her at that time.
We were sitting on the porch of the big house overlooking the huge plantation in front of us where the slaves had woken up already and attending to the field work. It was midday and the tedious heat must have been awful for them, I wished I could save them from everything but I just didn't know how.
When I was occupied with looking at the slave, Lady Yara shrugged me off from staring "You need to stop Your Majesty" she said.
"Beg your pardon?"
