I rested after I ate, and maybe it was the high sugar that kept me up for a bit, but then the energy died down, and I slept until it was six in the morning. I woke up with a bunch of new messages, but this time it was from my family. The representative of the royal family for media affairs was able to intercept all the calls and messages, even emails, so that they did not come to me anymore.
Before I could respond to one, my mother's name popped up. She was calling me.
"Sweetheart, we are on our way to you. Your father and I have been up all night trying to talk to a bunch of people who could help us. Are you okay?"
I was beginning to feel sad that my parents did not reach out to me after what happened to my husband. I did not know they were trying to help behind the scenes. Being a r
