Chapter 7

Waylon didnt answer me as he sat down. Leaning back in his chair, he held his chin in his hand. The silence wad awkward. It felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders.

I just sat there and picked at my fingernails. It was my word against my uncle, who is now the king. I didn’t want to be royal, I just wanted to design buildings and live the quiet life. There was very little chance that would happen now.

“Listen, I am just going to-” I started talking, trying to break the silence but Waylon interrupted me.

“You will be on house arrest until I decide what to do.” He said firmly.

“Excuse me?” There was a fire that started burning in the pit of my stomach when he said that.

“I dont need to explain myself. You will be escorted to a room on my floor where I can keep an eye on you.”

My eyes narrowed at him. “Actually, you do. I out rank you and I’m not against doing what I need to do to get out of here. I have not spent my entire life learning to live on my own for my own