For a moment, Eleanor said nothing. Then she laughed, dismissing it with a wave of her hand.
"Inform the Queen that I will come when I'm ready."
"She said now."
At that, Eleanor's expression sharpened. She turned to the Queen's servant.
"Do you forget where you are? You dare demand something of me?"
"I meant no offense, Your Highness," the girl said, bowing deeply.
Eleanor's eyes narrowed.
"Lock her up in the backyard. Let her learn to speak with respect. And send someone to tell Emilia I will come when I'm less busy."
Missy bowed and moved to obey.
Eleanor leaned back into her chair and sliced into her cake, but the sweetness on her tongue was laced with bitterness instead.
Emilia dared give me orders? We'll see how long she lasts.
She thought silently.
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Eleanor arrived at the Golden Palace about thirty minutes later, dressed in a floor-length gown laced with gold, despite knowing it was a violation of harem etiquette.
