Abusing His Power
My father did not waste any time in getting right to the reason why we had been summoned. After we sat down on the sofa, my father began speaking without even greeting us.
“The crown prince, Prince Desmond, sent a formal invitation inviting you two to dinner. Of course, not you two as yourselves but as Anthony and Diana,” my father said as he pushed a navy blue envelope towards us.
My eyes dropped to the envelope on the table in front of me and then I felt my chest clench quite uncomfortably. The signature navy blue color and the golden seal on the envelope undoubtedly belonged to the crown prince. Unless anyone was stupid enough to risk the penalty of forging royal documents, then it must have been genuine.
“We’re not going,” Bradon stated bluntly.
“We are in no position to turn down a formal invitation from the palace,” my father rightfully reminded Bradon.
“He’s right. We can’t ignore this invitation,” I told Bradon while trying to sound natural and calm.