A King in the Making

Vance

“Like your mother.”

Cornelius’s words leave me somewhat taken aback. After all, how can I be like my mother if I’ve never even met her?

“I’m sorry,” I say, shaking my head slightly, “but could you elaborate?”

Cornelius chuckles and nods at the same time. “Let’s get Eva back in her stall first, and then we’ll talk,” he says, checking his watch. “I’m craving ice cream. Perhaps we could walk to