Silence filled the hall as everyone turned to stare at Queen Elizabeth, whose voice was high.
It was a command. An order.
And this left the King shocked. He stared at Queen Elizabeth. "Are you... talking to me like that? Are you... Ordering me?"
Queen Elizabeth stared at him, her eyes murderous. "I don't care how you take it. But don't you lay a finger on my son."
It was a threat. An obvious threat that had people shocked.
Elvis stared at his mother, speechless. He had never seen this side of her. She had always been quiet, submissive, and soft-spoken. But now she was the opposite of everything.
Her eyes were cold with fury, and her words rich with authority. She spoke with command, and her expression meant every word.
He didn't know what had come over her, but he liked this side of her.
Queen Lea and King Edward were equally speechless.
"What do you think you're saying? Have you lost it—?" Queen Lea tried to say.
