Wendy’s POV

When George angrily left the restaurant, his boots making a loud noise on the ground, I didn’t go after him. I stayed in my seat, holding my wine glass tightly. The anger he felt was still in the air, but I didn’t let it affect me. His angry words kept playing in my mind, hurting me with each one.

I shook my head to clear it and took a slow drink. George was acting like a kid - reckless and silly. Didn't he get how bad Queen Rosina and her son Gerald were? Did he think this was just about a small feud or a chance to become...