"Bring her a seat. She'll sit right here beside me."
Now glancing around, Queen White searched for the perfect spot to wedge Nnenna into their planning committee.
Nnenna froze in place as a chair was being dragged beside the Queen, with the weight of royal doom attached to it.
Carl's role was indispensable, so of course he had to stay.
Who could possibly move?
Her husband, obviously.
As if reading her mind, King White's face darkened a shade. His eye twitched.
Queen White finally turned to him, not with affection or warmth, but with purpose.
"Move over," her look said. Not a word spoken. Just royal level pressure beaming directly at his soul.
King White blinked. Have I… become an outsider in my own home?! The betrayal!
No. I refuse. I'm the King. She can't just push me aside like this. I won't move. I'm making a stand right here
But he didn't dare meet her eyes.
Instead, he looked away. Maybe if he pretended not to notice her, she would spare him?
She did not spare him.
