Micah left to get a private session with the kings. Cristobal went to round up Serif and the girls, and any guards who were willing to stand by their side. Before she could move in to help her mother stopped her.

“Plan or not, baby girl, you look about two seconds from toppling over again,” Delilah gestured for the girls to come over.

“I’m fine,” Xenia insisted, but her voice was losing steam.

“No, you ain’t,” Frieda replied flatly. “You’re holdin’ on by a thread, and even your sass can’t hide that.”

“If this plan is going to work you need to be at your best,” Delilah added.

“Your mother...