17 - A Necessary Evil

***Bea's POV***

Omar had been asleep for a little over forty minutes. Having him use me as a pillow made me feel like a cat owner. Once a kitten chooses its position to sleep on you, you are legally bound not to move till royal whiskers excellence does. So here am I, bored out of my mind, slowly counting the seconds as I get late for my next duty. We are supposed to meet with Connor and help set out the throne chambers, including setting up tables, guest names, floral arrangements, and other boring esthetic details. Just thinking of it made my eyes droopy.

Someone burst the bedroom door open, shouting, "Omar, we got a problem." Slightly flustered at the abrupt intervention, I form a dozen ice daggers encircling the intruder as my head turns around. "Wow, cool!" He touches one of the floating object's sharp tips, "deadly too!" The butler raises his arms in surrender. 

"Don't they teach you in the butler school how to knock before en