"Mother! I think you need to do something. Uncle Henley and Cora plan to kill the Princess. You need to talk him out of it," Teagan rushed, his eyes blinking unusually as he spoke. The Queen had returned to her room after the failure of a wedding she spent days and night preparing, and what she needed was peace, a good bath followed by a deep massage, not her son yelling and telling her what to do. She was seated at her mirror table, admiring her spotless skin just as she does every night when Teagan barged in.
"Teagan, there are more important things to think of right now, and none of them has Henley or Cora's little chat in them," the Queen shut him down, but Teagan had never been the type to give up, and this matter—the one that concerns the life of a royal he has feeling for— felt more important than whatever his mother was thinking about.
