VALERIA

I don't know what kind of mystery the King is hiding this time. I just hope he’s not plotting another one of his tricks to trap me in his Casanova games.

"Miss Valeria, I need to pee," said the timid voice suddenly, tugging on the sleeve of my dress.

"Now? Can you hold it just a little longer until your father arrives?" I asked, but he shook his head, fidgeting anxiously in his wheelchair.

"Oh, Goddess, how do I solve this now?"

I thought about taking him behind some bushes in the fores