Meryln ran up the stairs of Avetmore palace heading to Prince Scot’s chambers. Something was wrong, she could feel it. She hardly slept the night before wondering why he did not return. Her Nana thought she was overreacting, that the meeting with King Stalin probably ended very late but she could not wait anymore. The guards outside Prince Scot’s chambers noticed her from a distance and exchanged anxious looks.
“Lady Meryln, I don’t think you should go in there” the guard advised her in a respectful manner, avoiding eye contact.
Meryln’s heart started racing, that was a confirmation that her gut was right. She used all her energy to push the door swinging it wide open.
Prince Scot opened his eyes, woken up by the sound of the door hitting the wall “Bloody hell!” he exclaimed pushing
