“Mother?” I said at the threshold of my mothers palace. She was sitted at her grand throne, and needless to say I was a little intimidated.
“One of my jesters said that he spotted you with a lad last night. At the cafe. My jester said he didn’t recognize him as one of the men I had appointed to betroth you. Care to explain.” Mother had a stern look on her face. She was angry.
“He was, was just a lad mother, nothing to it.” I faltered and shrugged off her accusation.
“What was his name?” Mother’s face hardened. She and I both knew it was dangerous to associate with people unfamiliar with the court or council.
“Umm…I may have forgotten.” I was loosing my poker face.
Mother got up.She came closer to me. “What was his name?”
“Mother does it matter?” I was looking at her shoes not her face.
She slapped me. “What was his name!?” She was angry now. I knew because she slapped me again. I was willing, however, to risk my life to protect Blyant.