ROME

Three days since the King died, we barely talked. I missed her, but I also had a job to do. 

I just came back from a business trip and hadn’t slept for twenty-four hours. I couldn’t even take a nap. All I could think of was her cries. I hoped and prayed she was okay.

Everything must be foreign to her since she’d been away for years. I wondered if they treated her right, but I knew her brother would take care of her no matter what that the King had decided for her future. 

Her father, now the King, just gave a speech in line with his father’s...