“Oh Gods.” Kate’s free hand went to her mouth as she shook her head and terror swelled in her eyes. “He’ll get himself killed here,” she whispered fearfully. “On the contrary, he seems to somehow make friends as he does these things. The king and his closest advisors are good people,” Annika soothed with a caring glance. “Fin explains his points well, and so they listen—if anything, you should be worried that your son isn’t assertive enough,” she admitted, before realizing she had just indicated, in no uncertain terms, the exact level of knowledge she had about him.
