C492 LEAVING THE GOLDEN NEST

"You are staying here, Aria, and that is my final word as your King," he said, the power in his lungs making the nursery floorboards vibrate. He stood by the heavy oak wardrobe, shoving his travel gear into a leather bag with movements that were frantic and rough.

Aria didn't move from the doorway. She leaned against the frame, her arms crossed over her chest