Bernice shook her head. "That's how the royals work, Emma. They are selfish. It's not that they are born selfish. It's just the way they are bred and brought up in a way that all they can think of is about the kingdom they are ruling or themselves."
"What do you mean?" Emma snapped. "What about Angus's feelings?"
Bernice walked to the head of the bed where she sat at the edge. "I will have to talk to him." Her glance went at his hand. She frowned and picked it up. A small star sign glowed in it. She gasped.
"What is it?" Emma asked, confused and shocked at the soft glow in his hand.
"I don't think Angus can leave Yizinia any soon."
"Why?"
