That changes nothing. A royal title doesn’t tell me who a person truly is. That’s probably why they’ll all be staying at the palace. How long have you known about this? About 2 weeks. And you never said a single word. Your father asked me not to tell you. You’re my friend. And he’s my king.
That’s a very weak excuse. I just need a moment. You asked me to help you keep your own secret, yet you’re angry because I kept one from you. My plan doesn’t involve arranging your marriage. No, it only involves making your parents believe you can no longer walk. We’ve already discussed this. We discussed it back in your apartment.
It sounded very different there. Nothing has changed. Everything has changed. We’re less than 30 minutes away from the palace. A folded wheelchair rested quietly behind them, hidden beneath a dark cover. This is your last chance to stop. I’m not stopping. Your mother is going to cry. I know. Your father may summon every specialist in the country.
