Aunt Gretude walked briskly across the hall with her inquisitor beside her. Her entire face was riddled with anger but she tried to hold it in. She didn't expect Melissa to be that forward with her, the girl has grown wings beyond what she expected.

She knew she wasn't necessarily interested in the throne and neither did she want to change any rules as it laid. Her own goals were far beyond that, she'd tried to sneak her way into the palace in the past but Greydon caught on to her. Ever since then she'd been too ashamed to show her face in the castle and the latter said he...