My jaw tightened. “I’m not stupid, Arthur, no matter how much you wish I were. I know my father immediately launched a smear campaign against me because I humiliated him.”
Arthur’s eyes flashed, but he remained silent—if only because the King was now glaring daggers at him for daring to speak to a future royal family member and the mother of his grandchild in that tone.
“Furthermore,” I went on, “I want my mother’s pack. All of it. Signed over to me without hesitation.”
The room fell silent.
Arthur stared at me for a long moment, his fat chin wobbling as his mouth worked silently. His face, if it was even possible, seemed to turn even more ruddy. But I held my ground, chin lifted, eyes hard as I glared at him.
Before my mother married my father, she had been a female Al
