"Have you heard any words from our son or your father?"
Princess Rhiya demanded, her voice laced with a mixture of anxiety and fury. Being addressed as the future queen's mother for the past couple of weeks was something she didn't take for granted. Her precious first son was finally accepted by the almighty King Xavier as the heir to the throne and she wasn't going to sit still and watch it taken away from him by any descendant of late king Zain.
"Father is not taking my calls and Tristan said he would arrive in Chakier in the next four hours." Prince Beshar replied, staring blankly at his phone for any messages from the king. He had sent a couple of messages to the king concerning the replica princess being flaunted around by the ambassador. But up until now, he had gotten no reply.
