““Don’t worry?” I parrot. “This is like some Game of Thrones bullshit right here—how the hell are we supposed to not worry?” Henry explains. “It’s not as if we don’t ever get hate mail. Or online threats—it happens all the time. I had five stalkers by the time I was sixteen.” Henry shrugs at my sister. “You’re not really a royal until you have a stalker—welcome to the club, Olive.” Nope. That doesn’t make me feel even a little bit better.””
