Rejecting His Queen
I state, trying to keep the irritation from my voice.
“Have you read the emails I have sent out?” I ask, watching King Ronald scoff.
“Why would I read emails. I have people for that.” He replies, the assistant behind him stiffening in embarrassment. Goddess help me stay calm before I send someone to kill this ingrate.
“Sire, you are the King. I told you multiple times to look over the documents for this meeting.” The assistant says quietly, but their words are still picked up by the microphone. Queen Cresselia rolls her pale green eyes, her screen muted as she says something to someone off camera. Everyone notes the disdain she does not hide on her face, and I sigh, already feeling a headach
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