"Hey Ana, why didn't you agree for James to be part of the delegation that followed you here?" I ask, seemingly out of the blue. In fact I have been trying to come up with the best way to ask this question for days now.
The little witch shrugs, but when I keep staring at her, demanding an actual answer, she rolls her eyes and talks in a small voice, like she's embarrassed by something.
"I just don't like him, I always feel weak and my head hurts when he's around, that's why I asked not to have him in my entourage." She explains.
Completely blind to the young Queen's explanation, I only see my own goal ahead, therefore I keep pushing.
"Well, can I ask this tiny favour of you? Can you allow him to come here? Not as part of your delegation, but like a casual visit. He is my friend, and I
