Bram;
I stare at Alpha Liandria, and it's taking every ounce of self-control in me to refrain from laughing.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen!
A whole ass Queen, dressed in rags, locked behind bars like a rabid dog!!
Where's all her grandeur and pizzazz??
"What are you looking at?" She questions, and I come back to earth.
"Oh, I… I was feeling bad for you. How can King Wilhelm do this?? You're his wife? How much longer will he…" I begin, but she cuts me off.
"Oh, stop the charade! I'm not a part of your audience. I want to have a conversation with the real you, not this pathetic wimp front you've put up." She cuts me off, and I stare at her in silence.
My face contorts into a smirk, and I walk over to the extravagant chair in front of her cell. The one I know belongs to King Wilhelm.
I sit in the chair and cross my legs as I stare at the woman who's staring at me with wide eyes now.
"Okay, Liandria. Why did you send for me?" I question, and she scowls at me.
