Chapter 20: Let's Have a Ball
“A ball?” I ask.
“Yes, I think the people of Ojuelo deserve something to celebrate,” Queen Amaya places her fork down to address us. “Six months is a promising feat.”
“Mother,” Lucas says, curtly, “don’t you think that is something the King should have a say in?”
“Of course,” Queen Amaya holds a steady gaze leveled at Lucas. “That is why I am addressing it with you, Your Majesty.” The words sound cold coming from her and I can tell Isabella is just as uncomfortable as I am. She is pushing food around her plate. She looks up as if she felt me looking at her, and I smile at her, letting her know we are in this together. Isabella smiles back at me.
“I’ve told you that you don’t have to call me that, Mother,” Lucas sighs and rubs his hand over his face.
“Don’t touch your face,” Queen Amaya instructs, always a mother. Lucas drops his hands into his lap in response.
“Mother,” Lucas begins but Queen Amaya cuts him off.