80 Task Force
Lucia paced back and forth, her beautiful blue dress sweeping the floor, her lovely black eyes, with a hidden purple gleam, slightly swollen.
Her hair was disheveled, the tiara she usually wore tossed onto her bed, and her breathing seemed somewhat erratic.
"You finally came." Lucia looked at the governess, sighing in relief.
"Did you express my concerns to the King?" Her voice sounded quite urgent.
"I'm sorry, Princess, but His Majesty the King remains unavailable. The Princess will have to wait," the governess lamented, giving Lucia a sympathetic look.
"All right. As soon as the King is available, tell him I wish to see him. Don't forget to emphasize the urgency of seeing him."
Lucia took a deep breath as she ran her fingers through her messy hair.
"As you wish, Princess. I will do exactly as you ordered."
The governess bowed before politely withdrawing.
