Zeeland
"So, what do I suggest you do now?" Michael asked, his eyes never left the road he talked to me
"Do you even need to suggest?" I snapped. "I'm forfeiting the throne for Jayden, he can have it all. I don't give a fuck about the royalty shit."
"Oh, you do." Michael said in a small voice.
"You know I don't." I insisted and looked out through the window.
"I heard she regained consciousness, is she doing okay?" He asked. I nodded but when I remembered he wouldn't look away from the road, I answered with a low "Yes."
"Okay. That's good."
"Help me book a flight for Russia, we will leave in two days' time."
"I don't want to believe the mighty perfect Zeeland is asking for my help but why go through all that hassle when you could just make use of your private jet?"
"And risk getting easily tracked, no thank you."
He laughed and slowed down as we approached the palace gates. Almost immediately, the gate swung open.
