“Lame Lionel, Lame Lionel, Lame Lionel!” The crowd picked it up and I lost my grip on Portia as she darted away. “STOP!” I commanded in a roar, rage pounding through my chest as those words echoed everywhere around me. “I am your king! You will respect your king!” Portia was almost off the stage and I pointed at Francesca Sky who was nearest to her. “Get hold of her!” I ordered,
