Gwen
Days later.
“Father! Father!”
I was practically running down the hallway, my heels clicking loudly against the marble floor. I knew he was in the Grand Conference Room with his top officials — some urgent national meeting — but I didn’t care. This was important.
I reached the tall double doors, breathing fast. Two guards immediately stepped forward to block me.
“Princess Gwen, you can’t go in,” one of them said firmly. “His Majesty is in an important meeting.”
“Let go of me this instant!” I snapped, pushing past the first guard. I even stepped on the second one’s foot when he tried to stop me, making him wince. I shoved the doors open and burst inside.
The entire room fell silent.
My father sat at the head of the long table, surrounded by his most trusted advisors and minister
