Dad rests his chin in his palm and draws a long breath. “I’m sure somebody will clean up the mess.”
“But they—”
“Go. If I want to hear more, I’ll call for you.”
“Yes, your majesty.” He leaves.
“Shouldn’t you hear the rest of what he has to say?” I ask.
“Don’t second-guess the king.” Middlebrooks narrows her eyes at me. “It’s our responsibility to back him up, especially when subjects are near.”
I look around. “It’s just us in here.”
“Really?” She glances over at a far corner of the room.
“The statue of an ancient king?”
“Look near the curtain.”
Then I see him.
“Always hiding in plain sight.” She snaps her fingers, then the servant comes over and bows. “Take the princess back to the academy. We’re done here.”
I glare at her. We’re far from done.