"Your Royal Highness, you should have told me if you were coming over." Numia started, with a familiar tone, as if she had been friends with the queen for centuries. "Sienna, is very sick, she cannot host you, but I can. My son--"
Elias cleared his throat very loudly, sharp gaze focused on Numia, warning her to shut up if she knew what was good for her.
The queen's gaze hardened. She already knew this woman's reputation, knew how the woman would have offered her son to the king's bed if given the chance.
The air froze, the queen's spoon suspended midair. Sienna's breath caught in her throat. The audacity of the unfinished statement hung heavy, a spark threatening to ignite yet another firestorm. The queen's eyes narrowed, her regal calm replaced by a steel edge that frightened everyone.
