The Royal Shield

[KAELIA BRYNN HALLOWAY]

AFTER THE SILENCE, the Prince lays down his utensils. I catch this from the corners of my lowered gaze. Since he is my shield, I find that every movement he makes, I am well aware. He suddenly pulls his chair and takes to feet.

The Queen's gaze rises with him.

"Leaving my love?" she says, her eyebrows drawing in an evident protest, "So soon?"

The Tribrids gaze trails to his