"bam.." the door was flung open by a woman with long silver hair and violet eyes with pale skin stimulating carnal desires of a person, regardless of gender, donning a blue dress. She is a woman with transcendental beauty, but right now her demeanor seemed like the incarnation of wrath. she rushed furiously towards john with heavy steps.
She stopped in front of john, pulled herself together and asked "your majesty, I have a question, I would like to ask of you, may I?"
the woman's amicable smile sent a chill run down his spine while he evidently had an 'I'm screwed' expression on his face.
"yo… you may." john stuttered at his reply.
The mask, she wore cracked at that word, twisted into rage sending chills in the air.
"who dares to pick an orc as my beloved son's bride!!!" the woman yelled with an enraged voice breaking the spell.
A long, heavy silence pervaded over the room, with no one making an effort to break it.
���Christina, you see the ministers pushed forward the whole idea and even Albert consented to that, he went as far as to proclaim his thigh fetish." John surrendered with a grovel, knowing justifying his actions wouldn't work at this point as he pushed the blame to his son and others without much thought.
'proclaimed, huh… wait, how on mother earth could that happen!!!, I don't remotely remember doing such a thing.'
Christina Efren, queen of Salazar, in question was glaring daggers at the cowering john, who was sweating bullets by now, then she shifted her attention to Alfred with tears pooling in the corners of her eyes.
"Aa-Kun, mommy is sorry for not taking caring of it." Said Christina. Her attitude was much more amiable towards Alfred when compared to john. (Aa-kun as in Akutsu Akuru, Aho girl manga)
'mom. You understand my pain, right? You are here to save me, right? 'I thought while holding a glimmer of hope toward getting out of this mess, I found myself in.
"Aa-kun, if you had just said the word, mommy would have… would have shown you mine, I… I may not be meaty like the orcs but mommy still has good thigh to boast." said my mother, while fidgeting with her fingers and lowering her head coyly like a maiden in love who is confessing her love with a pink tinge on her cheeks.
'Urgh, no matter how you look at it, isn't this literally a love confession? Am I really supposed to be an intelligent, cool and handsome male lead arch type or a joke character who had an incest with his mother?' or so his inner monologue went.
Albert was fraught with suspicion about his male lead status. (the poor soul may rest in peace)
looking at his mother behaving like a heroine, Albert felt a wave of coldness wash his entire being. His eyes turned cold and his demeanor exuded darkness.
Incidentally, she is a 45-year-old woman with an appearance and a body putting even a 20-year-old to shame which makes this situation more like the real deal, if nothing else.
"hah… I don't care anymore" Albert sighed and said with a tired tone.