Chapter 87

• I stared at the desk, looking at the blizzard of papers that needed my attention. The past week had been a blur of ‘Your Majesty’ and ‘My Queen’ and ‘These require your attention.’ Demanding and exhausting.
• “Your Majesty.” Damnit, here comes another one. I look up from the evil papers to the messenger coming in. “These require your review and royal seal.”
• “Thank you.” Those were the flat tones words that came out of my mouth, but my mind was saying, ‘Fuck you.’