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Chapter 12
In a week, after I had enough time to process everything, we gathered the family council, Rick, Henry, Martha and I.
We didn’t invite anyone else. Cassandra and Mirabelle didn’t really want to be there, anyway. What could they do? Take pity on me? Please. Neither Rick nor Henry had ever lied to me. Sometimes, they hadn’t told the whole truth, until I was old enough to hear it, anyway. But I had never heard them straight-up lie to me.
And now we had to decide on what we were going to do. I couldn’t leave the kingdom in Rudolph’s hands. A king? A crowned oaf sitting on the throne!
The Saint only knows what part of his body he uses to think. I know I didn’t want to know.
Rick was the first to speak up. “Have you seen enough?”
I nodded. Enough? I was stuffed to the brink! For that chaos in his kingdom, uncle should be more than just killed!
“So, what will you do?”
That made me pa
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