#Chapter 220 Under Pressure

A couple days passed since the taping of Good Morning, Day-Walkers! Andrew had not heard from either Crystal or Princess Aurora. He knew that could only mean bad news on both fronts, but he did his best not to panic; that would do him no good. It was around dinnertime, and Andrew hoped that having a nice quiet meal alone would help to clear his mind after the case of another day trying to juggle his usual duties and the consequences of speaking his truth on television. The social media comments had only gotten nastier as more support for Princess Aurora came spilling out of the woodwork, and both Andrew’s advisors and the Werewolf Council were giving him Hell for it. All he wanted now was to enjoy his warm bowl of beef stew in silence. So, of course, that was not going to happen. Andrew’s phone began to buzz on the dining table next to his bowl. He sighed in frustration. When he checked the caller I.D., the sigh became a groan. King Frederick. “Good evening, Your Highness,” he ans