It was just after breakfast when Ziva received a call from Sergio. She immediately knew that her son must have done something for the Commander to call her.
“Your Highness,” Commander Bennett greeted her respectfully.
“How can I help you, Commander?” Ziva asked, already preparing herself for the worst.
“I’m afraid the Prince is not suitable for this mission,” Commander Bennett said respectfully. Never in his life had he ever thought a soldier was not suitable for a humanitarian mission until now.
“I’m listening,” Ziva said.
“His Majesty hates being here. He’s only been here for less than a day,” Commander Bennett responded.
“What did he do?” Ziva asked, almost scared to hear the answer. She could sense the anger and frustration in the Commander’s voice and knew that whatever he
