As Kira finished dressing, a knock sounded at the door, and Mara opened it to let Connor in. He stepped inside and dipped into a quick bow.
"Your Highness, the family breakfast has been moved to tomorrow. The King is handling some urgent pack business."
Kira couldn't have been happier. She had been dreading the awkwardness of a family meeting, even though she knew she'd have to face them eventually. "Alright then, I'll head to campus," she said, reaching for her handbag.
"You're not to leave the palace until His Grace returns."
Kira blinked, staring at him in total disbelief. "Excuse me?"
"King's orders," Connor replied simply.
"I don't care. I have a presentation at ten, and I'm already running late. Am I a hostage now?"
"Not at all, Your Highness, but the King wants you to recover fully before going out in public."
