“Lady Meryln, can I have a word?” Queen Lydia asked, pressing a button for her wheelchair to move forward.
Meryln sighed, stopping. She dreaded coming to Avetmore palace but has to every other day to drop and pick up her son. It had only been two months since Scot found out about Carl but she already knew every employee in the palace. Each one of them have taken turns in telling her how cute Carl is and how kind and just Scot is. The conversation always ended with them motivating why she should forgive their beloved King and give him a chance by being his mistress. Unlike everyone else in the palace, she had not spoken to Queen Lydia and had preferred it to stay that way but that just changed.
“I know that I am the last person you want to talk too. I am sorry for everything I did to yo
