I sat at the center of the largest table on the balcony facing an ever-growing crowd of what I could now call my subjects who were all seated at floating tables. It was the same balcony that we were attacked at earlier, only this time with extra security. My bio father was sitting beside me, whispering something I couldn’t hear to the male servant behind him, while the queen sat beaming beside him, talking to some foreign diplomat that they had introduced me to earlier about something I wasn’t interested in. As for my siblings they were talking to each other and other so called important people at the table, it reminded me of the dinners that I’d have at the Calhoun estate where conversations happened around me, but I wasn’t invited in.
And the conversations that happened the most at th
