The following morning, everyone was at the table waiting for Francemia and Joaquin. He wanted her to stay in bed, but she insisted on having breakfast with everyone. Especially since Deja was there, she didn’t wish Delilah or Jenna to kill the little girl. None of them have been around children much and patients are thin.
Joaquin is carrying Francemia bridal style when they enter the morning room. As soon as Joaquin puts Francemia in a chair, Deja yells, “Daddy," and runs to him.
Francemia narrowed her eyes, looking at her. “Deja, the King isn’t your father. You will call him King Joaquin. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes ma’am.” Deja frowns and goes to her chair.
“Everyone in the room is staring at Francemia. She’s buttering her toast. “Why are you all looking at me? Did I say someth
